Fly Over States chords

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A couple guys in first class on a flight from New York to Los Bm Angeles.
Kind of making small talk, killing time, flirting with the flight G attendants.
30,000 feet Am above could be Oklahoma.
G Just a bunch of square cornfields and wheat farms, man, it all looks Bm the same.
Miles and miles of back roads and highways connecting little towns with funny C names.
Who'd want to live down Am there, in the D middle of nowhere.
They've Em never drove through C Indiana _ .
Bet the man G who plowed that earth planted that D seed.
Busted his B ass for you and me.
Em You're gonna harvest moon C in Kansas.
They'd D understand why God made those C flyover states.
G I bet that mile-long Santa Fe freight train engineer's Bm seen it all.
Slut like that flat-bed cowboy stacking U.
S.
steel on a three G-day haul.
C Roads and rails under their Am feet, yeah, that sounds D like a first-class seat.
Em On the plains of _ C Oklahoma.
With a G windshield sunset in your eyes D like a water-color B painted sky, you Em think.
Heaven's doors C have opened.
You'll D understand why God made those C flyover states.
Em _ _ _ _ C _ _ .
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B _ Em Take a ride across C the Badlands.
_ G Feel that freedom on your face.
D Breathe in all B that open space.
Em Meet a girl from Melbourne, C real love.
You'll D understand why God made.
Might even C want to plant your seeds.
In those G flyover _ _ _ states.
Em Have _ _ _ C _ _ .
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_ Em you ever been through _ C Indiana.
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B On Em the plains of C Oklahoma.
Take G _ _ _ _ _ D _ _ .
_ Em a ride.
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