INTRO
There's an old John Deere underneath a tree,
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Worked this land until we hurt,
Trying to make a living out of plain old dirt.
Well he didn't say nothin' when momma left,
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His pride was hurt, his heart was broke,
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Said: Son, this is all I know.
And I guess it goes to show.
Esus
We were born to survive outback life,
Generations of toil and strife.
We don't know any other way.
When the sun beats down so damn hard,
Its 40 degrees in the holdin' yard.
Got a 303 and a 4 wheel drive,
Livin' out here, we were born to survive.
Born to survive.
Well a friend of mine named Willy Grace,
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The crowd gathered at a quarter to three,
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Something keeps him hanging on,
Even when all hope was gone.
Esus
We were born to survive outback life,
Generations of toil and strife.
We don't know any other way.
When the sun beats down so damn hard,
Its 40 degrees in the holdin' yard.
Got a 303 and a 4 wheel drive,
Livin' out here, we were born to survive.
INSTRUMENTAL
We were born to survive outback life,
Generations of toil and strife.
We don't know any other way.
When the sun beats down so damn hard,
Its 40 degrees in the holdin' yard.
Got a 303 and a 4 wheel drive,
Livin' out here, we were born to survive.
Born to survive.
INSTRUMENTAL
D(add9) = xx0230 E = 022100
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