More Info 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
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
