Born To Survive

INTRO There's an old John Deere underneath a tree, 500 acres, my dad and me. Worked this land until we hurt, Trying to make a living out of plain old dirt. Well he didn't say nothin' when momma left, Just kept his feelings to himself. His pride was hurt, his heart was broke, He sits and he rolls another smoke Said: 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, Its 40 degrees in the holdin' yard. Got a 303 and a 4 wheel drive, Livin' out here, we were born to survive. Born to survive. Well a friend of mine named Willy Grace, Held an auction at his old place. The crowd gathered at a quarter to three, And walked away with his memories but: Something keeps him hanging on, Even when all hope was gone. He'd say: 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, Its 40 degrees in the holdin' yard. Got a 303 and a 4 wheel drive, Livin' out here, we were born to survive. INSTRUMENTAL 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, Its 40 degrees in the holdin' yard. Got a 303 and a 4 wheel drive, Livin' out here, we were born to survive. Born to survive. INSTRUMENTAL = x02220 = 022100 = x24432 = xx0232 ************************************************************************