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There's an old John Deer underneath a tree |
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500 acres my dad and me |
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Worked this land until we hurt |
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Try'n to make a livin' outa' plain old dirt |
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Well he never said nothin' when mumma left |
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just kept his feelings to himself |
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His pride was hurt his heart was broke |
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He sits and he rolls another smoke 'n says |
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"SON this is all I know, and I guess it goes to show" |
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he said! |
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We were born to survive outback life |
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generations of toil and strife |
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We don't know any other way |
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When the sun beats down so damn hard |
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and it's 40 degrees in the holdin' yards |
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Got a 303 and 4 wheel drive |
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Livin' out here we're born to survive (born to survive) |
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Well a friend of mine named Willie Grace |
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held and auction at his old place |
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The crowd gathered at quarter to three |
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and walked away with his memories, but |
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something keeps him hangin' on, even when all hope was gone |
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he said |
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