Fly Over States的歌词

　　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