Lyrics:
There's an old John Deer underneath a tree500 acres my dad and meWorked this land until we hurtTry'n to make a livin' outa' plain old dirtWell he never said nothin' when mumma leftjust kept his feelings to himself His pride was hurt his heart was brokeHe sits and he rolls another smoke 'n says 'SON this is all I know, and I guess it goes to show'he said!ChorusWe were born to survive outback life generations of toil and strifeWe don't know any other wayWhen the sun beats down so damn hardand it's 40 degrees in the holdin' yardsGot a 303 and 4 wheel driveLivin' out here we're born to survive (born to survive)Well a friend of mine named Willie Graceheld and auction at his old placeThe crowd gathered at quarter to threeand walked away with his memories, butsomething keeps him hangin' on, even when all hope was gonehe saidChorus / solo / Chorus