Fly Over States
Jason AldeanVersion1
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A couple 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 funny names,
Who'd want to live down there in the middle of nowhere,
They've 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,
They'd understand why god made those fly over states
I bet that mile long Santa Fe freight train engineer's 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 the windshield sunset in your eyes
Like a watercolor painted sky
You'd think heavens 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
Meet a girl from Amarillo
You'll understand why god made
Why you'd want to plant your stakes
In those fly over states
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Readable chord sheet for Fly Over States by Jason Aldean
e|---7------| b|-----8----| g|-------7--| a|----------| E|----------| [G] [G] [Dsus2] A couple [G]guys in first class on a flight From new York to Los Ange[Bm]les, Kinda making small talk killing time, Flirting with the flight attendants[C], 30, 000 feet above, [Am]could be Oklahoma, Just a [G]bunch of square cornfields and wheat farms, Man it all looks the [Bm]same, Miles and miles of back roads and highways, Connecting little towns with funny na[C]mes, Who'd want to live down there [Am]in the middle of [D]nowhere, They've never [Em]drove through Indi[C]ana, Met the men who [G]plowed that earth, Planted that seed, [D]busted his ass for you and [Bm]me, Or caught a [Em]harvest moon in [C]Kansas, They'd understand [D]why god made those fly [C]over states [G] I bet that mile long Santa Fe freight train engineer's seen it [Bm]all Just like that flatbed cowboy stacking US steel on a 3-day [C]haul Road and rails under their feet [Am] Yeah that sounds like a [D]first class seat On the [Em]plains of Oklah[C]oma Where the wind[G]shield sunset in your eyes Like a [D]watercolor painted [Bm]sky You'd think [Em]heavens doors have [C]opened You'll understand [D]why god made Those fly [C]over states Take a [Em]ride across the [C]badlands [G]Feel that freedom on your face [D]Breathe in all that open [Bm]space Meet a [Em]girl from Amar[C]illo You'll understand [G]why god made Why you'd want to [C]plant your stakes In those fly [D]over states