Intro:

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. 

 Begginning Part:
e|---7------|
b|-----8----|
g|-------7--|
d|----------| X 5
a|----------|
E|----------|

VERSE:   
G X 5
      G
A couple guys in first class on a flight 
                 Bm
From new York to Los Angeles, 

Kinda making small talk killing time, 
                        C
Flirting with the flight attendants, 
              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, 
                         C
Connecting little towns with funny names, 
                    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                  Bm
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
Where the windshield sunset in your eyes
     D
Like a watercolor painted sky

        Em           C     
You'd think heavens doors have opened
            D
You'll understand why god made 
       C
Those fly over states

     Em         C
Take a ride across the badlands
G 
Feel that freedom on your face
D
Breathe in all that open space

     Em        C
Meet a girl from Amarillo
            G
You'll understand why god made
            C 
Why you'd want to plant your stakes
         D
In those fly over states