The Outsiders - Eric Church
NO CAPO

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Ther re the in crowd, we re the other ones.
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It s a different kind of cloth that we re cut from.
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We let our colors show, where the numbers aint.
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With the paint where there aint supposed to be paint.

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Thats who we are.
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Thats how we roll.
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The Outsiders,        The Outsiders.

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Our women get hot, and our leather gets stained.
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When we saddle up and ride em in the pouring rain.
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We re the junkyard dogs, we re the alley cats.
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Keep the wind at our front, and the hell at our back.

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That s who we are We do our talking, 
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Walk that walk Wide open rocking.
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That s how we roll Our backs to the wall.
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A band of brothers Together, alone, 
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the Outsiders We re the riders,
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We re the ones burning rubber off our tires.
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Yeah, we re the fighters, the all-nighters.
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So fire em up and get a little higher.

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Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh.
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Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh.

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We re the bad news We re the young guns.
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We re the ones that they told you to run from.
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Yeah, the players gonna play, and a haters gonna hate.
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And a regulators born to regulate.
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When it hits the fan, and it all goes down.
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And the gloves come off You re gonna find out just.

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That s who we are We do our talking, 
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Walk that walk Wide open rocking.
           Dm                    C
That s how we roll Our backs to the wall.
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A band of brothers Together, alone, 
           Dm                      C
the Outsiders We re the riders,
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We re the ones burning rubber off our tires.
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Yeah, we re the fighters, the all-nighters.
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So fire em up and get a little higher.

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Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh.
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The Outsiders Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh.
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You re gonna know who we are.