Karaoké Fly Over States Jason Aldean

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

Thirty thousands 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 man 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 three day haul

Road 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 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

You might even wanna plant your stakes

On those fly over states yeah

Have you ever been through Indiana

On the plains of Oklahoma

Take a ride