Jason Aldean - Fly Over States A couple of guys in first class on a flight From new York to Los Angeles, Kinda making small talk killing time, Flirting with the flight attendants, 30, 000 feet above, could be Oklahoma, Just a bunch of square cornfields and wheat farms, Man, it all looks the same, Miles and miles of back roads and highways, Connecting little towns with unknown names, Whod want to live down there in the middle of nowhere, Theyve never drove through Indiana, Met the men who plowed that earth, Planted that seed, busted his ass for you and me, Or caught a harvest moon in Kansas, Theyd understand why god made those fly over states, I bet that mile long Santa Fe freight train engineers seen it all Just like that flatbed cowboy stacking US steel on a 3-day haul Road and rails under their feet Yeah that sounds like a first class seat On the plains of Oklahoma Where a windshield sunset in your eyes Like a watercolored painted sky Youll think heavens doors have opened Youll understand why god made Those fly over states Take a ride across the badlands Feel that freedom on your face Breathe in all that open space Meet a girl from Amarillo Youll understand why god made Why youd want to plant your stakes In those fly over states Have you ever been through Indiana On the plains of Oklahoma Take a ride
Posted on: Tue, 03 Jun 2014 11:35:43 +0000
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