Couple guys in first class on a flight from New York to Los Angeles
Kinda making small talk, killin' time, flirtin' with the flight attendants

Thirty thousand feet above what would be Oklahoma

Just a bunch of square corn fields and wheat farms, man it all looks the same

Miles and miles of back roads and highways connecting little towns and fun & games

Who'd wanna live down there, in the middle of nowhere

They've never drove through Indiana

Been the man who plowed that Earth

Planted that seed, busted his ass for you and me

Or caught a harvest moon in Kansas

Or they'd understand why God made those fly over states

I bet that mile haul in Santa Fe freight train engineer's seen it all

Just like that flat bed cowboy stacking US steel on a three day haul

Roads and rails under their feet, yeah that sounds like a first class seat

On the plains of Oklahoma

With a windshield sunset in your eyes

Like a water-color painted sky

You'll think heaven's doors have opened

You'll 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

And meet a girl from Amarillo

You'll understand why God made...

You might even wanna plant your stakes

In those fly over states Yeah

Have you ever been through Indiana

On the plains of Oklahoma

Take a ride