Tom: G e|---7------| b|-----8----| g|-------7--| d|----------| 5x a|----------| E|----------| Verso: 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, Refrão: 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 Verso 2: 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 Refrão: Em C On the plains of Oklahoma G Where the windshield sunset in your eyes D Bm 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 (Solo) Em C Take a ride across the badlands G Feel that freedom on your face D Bm 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