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A couple Gguys in first class on a flight
From new York to Los AngeBmles,
Kinda making small talk killing time,
Flirting with the flight attendantsC,
30, 000 feet above, Amcould be Oklahoma,
Just a Gbunch of square cornfields and wheat farms,
Man it all looks the Bmsame,
Miles and miles of back roads and highways,
Connecting little towns with funny naCmes,
Who'd want to live down there Amin the middle of Dnowhere,
They've never Emdrove through IndiCana,
MGet the men who plowed that earth,
PDlanted that seed, busted his ass B7for you and me,
OEmr caught a harvest moon in KaCnsas,
They'd understand Dwhy god made those fly Cover states
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G I bet that mile long Santa Fe freight train engineer's seen it Bmall
Just like that flatbed cowboy stacking US steel on a 3-day Chaul
Road and rails under their feet
Am Yeah that sounds like a Dfirst class seat
On the Emplains of OklahComa
Where the windGshield sunset in your eyes
Like a Dwatercolor painted B7sky
YEmou'd think heavens doors have opeCned
You'll understand Dwhy god made
Those fly Cover states
EmCGDB7
Take a Emride across the Cbadlands
GFeel that freedom on your face
DBreathe in all that open B7space
Meet a Emgirl from AmarCillo
You'll understand Dwhy god made
Why you'd want to Cplant your stakes
In those fly Dover states
EmCGDB7
Never drove through Indiana ...
On the palins of oklahoma ...
Take a ride ...
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