Cifras
Fly Over States

Tom: C

Introdução:

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                   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,
                             Em                               C 
They've never drove through Indiana,
   G 
Met the men who plowed that earth,
   D                                                               B7 
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
 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
               Em                         C 
On the plains of Oklahoma
                             G 
Where the windshield sunset in your eyes
               D                                   B7 
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                                               B7 
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 
In those fly over states
      Em  C  G  D  B7 
Never drove through Indiana ...
On the palins of oklahoma ...