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There's an old John Deer underneath a tree
500 acres, my dad and me
Worked this land until we hurt
Trying to make a living outta plain old dirt
Well, he never said nothing when mumma left
Just kept his feelings to himself
His pride was hurt and his heart was broke
He sits and he rolls another smoke, says
Son, this is all I know
And I guess it goes to show
He said
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
It's 40 degrees in the holding yards
Got a 303 and a four-wheel drive
Livin' out here we're born to survive
Born to survive
Well, a friend of mine name Willie Grace
Held an auction at his old place
The crowd gathered at quarter to three
And walked away with his memories, but
Something keeps him hangin' on
Even when all hope was gone
He said
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
40 degrees in the holding yard
Got a 303 and a four-wheel drive
Livin' out here we're born to survive
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
It's 40 degrees in the holding yard
Got a 303 and a four-wheel drive
Livin' out here we're born to survive
Born to survive
Hey
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