Eric Church - The Outsiders lyrics
[Eric Church - The Outsiders lyrics]
They’re the in crowd, we’re the other ones
It’s a different kind of cloth
That we’re cut from we let our colors show
Where the numbers ain’t
With the paint where there ain’t
Supposed to be paint
That’s who we are that’s how we roll
The Outsiders, The Outsiders
Our women get hot
And our leather gets stained
When we saddle up and ride
'em in the pouring rain
We’re the junkyard dogs, we’re the alley cats
Keep the wind at our front
And the hell at our back
That’s who we are
We do our talking, walk that walk
Wide open rocking that’s how we roll
Our backs to the wall a band of brothers
Together, alone, the Outsiders
We’re the riders
We’re the ones burning rubber off our tires
Yeah, we’re the fighters, the all-nighters
So fire them up and get a lil higher
Woah oh oh woah oh oh
Woah oh oh woah oh oh
We’re the bad news we’re the young guns
We’re the ones that they told you to run from
Yeah, the player’s going to play
And a haters going to hate
And a regulators born to regulate
When it hit's the fan, and it all goes down
And the gloves come off
You’re going to find out just
That’s who we are
We do our talking, walk that walk
Wide open rocking that’s how we roll
Our backs to the wall a band of brothers
Together, alone, the Outsiders
We’re the riders
We’re the ones burning rubber off our tires
Yeah, we’re the fighters, the all-nighters
So fire them up and get a lil higher
Woah oh oh woah oh oh
The Outsiders woah oh oh
Woah oh oh the Outsiders
Woah oh oh woah oh oh
You’re going to know who we are
Woah oh oh woah oh oh
The Outsiders woah oh oh
Woah oh oh that’s who we are
It’s a different kind of cloth
That we’re cut from we let our colors show
Where the numbers ain’t
With the paint where there ain’t
Supposed to be paint
That’s who we are that’s how we roll
The Outsiders, The Outsiders
Our women get hot
And our leather gets stained
When we saddle up and ride
'em in the pouring rain
We’re the junkyard dogs, we’re the alley cats
Keep the wind at our front
And the hell at our back
That’s who we are
We do our talking, walk that walk
Wide open rocking that’s how we roll
Our backs to the wall a band of brothers
Together, alone, the Outsiders
We’re the riders
We’re the ones burning rubber off our tires
Yeah, we’re the fighters, the all-nighters
So fire them up and get a lil higher
Woah oh oh woah oh oh
Woah oh oh woah oh oh
We’re the bad news we’re the young guns
We’re the ones that they told you to run from
Yeah, the player’s going to play
And a haters going to hate
And a regulators born to regulate
When it hit's the fan, and it all goes down
And the gloves come off
You’re going to find out just
That’s who we are
We do our talking, walk that walk
Wide open rocking that’s how we roll
Our backs to the wall a band of brothers
Together, alone, the Outsiders
We’re the riders
We’re the ones burning rubber off our tires
Yeah, we’re the fighters, the all-nighters
So fire them up and get a lil higher
Woah oh oh woah oh oh
The Outsiders woah oh oh
Woah oh oh the Outsiders
Woah oh oh woah oh oh
You’re going to know who we are
Woah oh oh woah oh oh
The Outsiders woah oh oh
Woah oh oh that’s who we are