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[Verse 1]
           Em                                  G                      C
There's an old John Deere underneath a tree, 500 acres, my dad and me.

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Worked this land until we hurt, Trying to make a living out of plain old dirt.


[Verse 2]
        Em                                       G                               C
Well he didn't say nothin' when momma left,   Just  kept his feelings to himself.
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His pride was hurt, his heart was broke, He sits and he rolls another smoke
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Said: Son, this is all I know.  And I guess it goes to show.


[Chorus]
   D                               G                        D                        Am C
He said:             We were born to survive outback life,
Am                    C                   G               D                         C
Generations of toil and strife. We don't know any other way.
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When the sun beats down so damn hard, Its 40 degrees in the holdin' yard.
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Got a 303 and a 4 wheel drive,  Livin' out here, we were born to survive.
                    Em    G    C   C
Born to survive.


[Verse 3]
       Em                                   G                   C                              C
Well a friend of mine named Willy Grace, Held an auction at his old place.
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 The crowd gathered at a quarter to three, 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.


[Chorus]
   D                               G                        D                        Am C
He said:             We were born to survive outback life,
Am                    C                   G               D                         C
Generations of toil and strife. We don't know any other way.
         G                                D                             Am                         C
When the sun beats down so damn hard, Its 40 degrees in the holdin' yard.
          G               D                       C                                    C
Got a 303 and a 4 wheel drive,  Livin' out here, we were born to survive.

[Solo]    
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[Chorus]
   D                               G                        D                        Am C
He said:             We were born to survive outback life,
Am                    C                   G               D                         C
Generations of toil and strife. We don't know any other way.
         G                                D                             Am                         C
When the sun beats down so damn hard, Its 40 degrees in the holdin' yard.
          G               D                       C                                    C
Got a 303 and a 4 wheel drive,  Livin' out here, we were born to survive.
                    Em    G    C   C
Born to survive.

[Outro]
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