Begginning Part:
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b|-----8----|
g|-------7--|
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a|----------|
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VERSE:   
G X 5
      G
A couple guys in first class on a flight 
                 Bm
From new York to Los Angeles, 

Kinda making small talk killing time, 
                        C
Flirting with the flight attendants, 
              Am
30, 000 feet above, could be Oklahoma, 
     G
Just a bunch of square cornfields and wheat farms, 
              Bm
Man it all looks the same, 

Miles and miles of back roads and highways, 
                         C
Connecting little towns with funny names, 
                    Am          D
Who'd want to live down there in the middle of nowhere,

CHORUS:
         Em           C
They've never drove through Indiana, 
           G
Met the men who plowed that earth, 
             D                  Bm
Planted that seed, busted his ass for you and me, 
        
        Em         C
Or caught a harvest moon in Kansas, 
            D               C
They'd understand why god made those fly over states

VERSE:
G                                           Bm
I bet that mile long Santa Fe freight train engineer's seen it all
                                        C
Just like that flatbed cowboy stacking US steel on a 3-day haul

Road and rails under their feet
Am                D 
Yeah that sounds like a first class seat

CHORUS: 
     Em         C
On the plains of Oklahoma 
         G
Where the windshield sunset in your eyes
     D
Like a watercolor painted sky

        Em           C     
You'd think heavens doors have opened
            D
You'll understand why god made 
       C
Those fly over states

     Em         C
Take a ride across the badlands
G 
Feel that freedom on your face
D
Breathe in all that open space

     Em        C
Meet a girl from Amarillo
            G
You'll understand why god made
            C 
Why you'd want to plant your stakes
         D
In those fly over states

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