Fly Over States (Tribute) - Cover Pop (流行封面)

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 gmes

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 a** 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