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INTRO
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There's an old John Deere underneath a tree,
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500 acres, my dad and me.
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Worked this land until we hurt,
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Trying to make a living out of plain old dirt.
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Well he didn't say nothin' when momma left,
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Just kept his feelings to himself.
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His pride was hurt, his heart was broke,
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He sits and he rolls another smoke
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Said: Son, this is all I know.
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And I guess it goes to show.
Esus
He said:
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We were born to survive outback life,
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Generations of toil and strife.
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We don't know any other way.
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When the sun beats down so damn hard,
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Its 40 degrees in the holdin' yard.
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Got a 303 and a 4 wheel drive,
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Livin' out here, we were born to survive.
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Born to survive.
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Well a friend of mine named Willy Grace,
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Held an auction at his old place.
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The crowd gathered at a quarter to three,
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And walked away with his memories but:
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Something keeps him hanging on,
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Even when all hope was gone.
Esus
He'd say:
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We were born to survive outback life,
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Generations of toil and strife.
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We don't know any other way.
A E
When the sun beats down so damn hard,
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Its 40 degrees in the holdin' yard.
A E
Got a 303 and a 4 wheel drive,
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Livin' out here, we were born to survive.
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INSTRUMENTAL
A E
We were born to survive outback life,
Bm D
Generations of toil and strife.
A E D
We don't know any other way.
A E
When the sun beats down so damn hard,
Bm D
Its 40 degrees in the holdin' yard.
A E
Got a 303 and a 4 wheel drive,
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Livin' out here, we were born to survive.
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Born to survive.
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INSTRUMENTAL
F#m = 244222 A = x02220
D(add9) = xx0230 E = 022100
Esus = 022200 Bm = x24432
D = xx0232
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