[INTRO] [F#m] [A] [Dadd9] [F#m] [A] [Dadd9] There's an [F#m] old John Deere under [A] neath a tree [Dadd9] 500 acres, my dad and me [F#m] worked this land [A] until we hurt [Dadd9] Trying to make a living out of plain old dirt [F#m] [A] [Dadd9] Well he [F#m] didn't say nothin' when [A] momma left [Dadd9] just kept his feelings to himself His [F#m] pride was hurt, his [A] heart was broke he [Dadd9] sits and he rolls another smoke Said [E] Son, this is all I [D] know [E] and I guess it goes to [D] show.. He [Esus] said [CHORUS] We were [A] born to survive [E] outback life, [Bm] generations of [D] toil and strife [A] We don't [E] know any other [D] way When the [A] sun beats down [E] so damn hard It's [Bm] 40 degrees in the [D] holding yard Got a [A] 303 and [E] four wheel drive Livin' out here we were born to survive... born to survive Well a [F#m] friend of mine named [A] Willy Grace [Dadd9] held an auction at his old place The [F#m] crowd gathered at a [A] quarter to three And [Dadd9] walked away with his memories But [E] something keeps him hanging [A] on, [E] even when all hope is [D] gone he'd say... [Repeat CHORUS] [E] [D] [E] [D] [E] [INSTRUMENTAL] [Repeat CHORUS] [F#m] [A] [Dadd9] [F#m] [A] [Dadd9] [F#m] [INSTRUMENTAL]
