There's an old John Deer underneath a tree 500 acres my dad and me Worked this land until we hurt Try'n to make a livin' outa' plain old dirt Well he never said nothin' when mumma left just kept his feelings to himself His pride was hurt his heart was broke He sits and he rolls another smoke 'n says "SON this is all I know, and I guess it goes to show" he said!
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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 and it's 40 degrees in the holdin' yards Got a 303 and 4 wheel drive Livin' out here we're born to survive (born to survive)
Well a friend of mine named Willie Grace held and 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
