There's an old John Deer underneath a tree 500 acres, my dad and me Worked this land until we hurt Trying to make a living outta plain old dirt Well, he never said nothing when mumma left Just kept his feelings to himself His pride was hurt and his heart was broke He sits and he rolls another smoke, says 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 It's 40 degrees in the holding yards Got a 303 and a four-wheel drive Livin' out here we're born to survive Born to survive Well, a friend of mine name Willie Grace Held an 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 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 40 degrees in the holding yard Got a 303 and a four-wheel drive Livin' out here we're born to survive ♪ 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 It's 40 degrees in the holding yard Got a 303 and a four-wheel drive Livin' out here we're born to survive Born to survive Hey