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