You ever wonder where it comes from What's on your Sunday table? You ever wonder how it got done The hard work behind the label? Who plants the seeds, turns the ground green? Does it ever cross your mind? Out past the limits, no you can't miss it It's where you're gonna find Smoke in the sky, boots in the dirt Gear shifting down on a dusty tractor Copen can, two calloused hands Praying for rain in them fields and pastures Somewhere out there there's a diesel and an ole boy Keeping that dream alive Knocking down rows and blowing out smoke in the sky Smoke in the sky Rolls out of bed before the Sun's up Pours a pot in the thermos Ain't much for change or fancier things Same shirt, same hat, same Wranglers working away Just another day, ain't nothing new He's just out there slinging Smoke in the sky, boots in the dirt Gear shifting down on a dusty tractor Copen can, two calloused hands Praying for rain in them fields and pastures Somewhere out there there's a diesel and an ole boy Keeping that dream alive Knocking down rows and blowing out smoke in the sky Smoke in the sky Smoke in the sky, boots in the dirt Gear shifting down on a dusty tractor Copen can, two calloused hands Praying for rain in them fields and pastures Somewhere out there there's a diesel and an ole boy Keeping that dream alive Knocking down rows and blowing out smoke in the sky Smoke in the sky Smoke in the sky Smoke in the sky