A couple guys in first class on a flight From New York to Los Angeles Kinda makin' small talk, killin' time Flirtin' with the flight attendants Thirty thousand 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 Connectin' little towns with funny names Who'd wanna live down there In the middle of nowhere They've never drove through Indiana Met the man who plowed that earth And planted that seed Bustin' his ass for you and me You're called a harvest moon in Kansas They'd understand why God made Those flyover states I bet that mile-long Santa Fe freight train engineer's seen it all Just like that flatbed cowboy stackin' U.S. 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 watercolor-painted sky You'd think heaven's doors have opened You'll understand why God made Those flyover states Take a ride across the Badlands And 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 flyover states Have you ever been through Indiana? On the plains of Oklahoma Take a ride Thanks for watching!