e |–7——
B |—-8—-
G |—–7— Pplayed 5x, on 5th time play only E and B stings once.
D |———-
A |———-
E |———-
G 5x
VERSE:
G
A couple guys in first class on a flight,
Bm
From New York to Los Angeles.
Kinda making small talk killing time,
Flirting with the flight attendants.
C Am
30, 000 feet above, could be Oklahoma.
G
Just a bunch of square cornfields and wheat farms,
Bm
Man it all looks the same.
Miles and miles of back roads and highways,
Connecting little towns with unknown names.
C Am D
Who’d want to live down there in the middle of nowhere.
CHORUS:
Em C
They’ve never drove through Indiana.
G
Met the men who plowed that earth,
D Bm7
Planted that seed, busted his ass for you and me.
Em C
Or caught a harvest moon in Kansas,
D C
They’d understand why God made those fly over states.
VERSE:
G Bm
I bet that mile long Santa Fe freight train engineer’s seen it all.
C
Just like that flatbed cowboy stacking US steel on a 3-day haul.
Road and rails under their feet,
Am D
Yeah that sounds like a first class seat.
CHORUS:
Em C
On the plains of Oklahoma.
G
With the windshield sunset in your eyes.
D Bm7
Like a water color painted sky.
Em C
You’d think heavens doors have opened.
D
You’ll understand why God made,
C
Those fly over states.
SOLO: Em C G D
VERSE:
Em ~ C ~
Take a ride across the badlands.
G ~
Feel that freedom on your face.
D ~ Bm7 ~
Breathe in all that open space.
Em C
Meet a girl from Amarillo.
D
You’ll understand why god made.
C
Why you’d want to plant your stakes,
D (or Dsus4)
In those fly over states.
SOLO: Em C G D
VERSE:
Em C G D
Have you ever been through Indiana.
Em C G D
On the plains of Oklahoma.
Em C G D
Take a ride.
