The Outsiders - Eric Church
CAPO 5


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

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

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

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

Am   G     D    F
Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh.
Am   G     D    F
Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh.

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

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

Am   G     D    F
Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh.
              Am   G      D    F
The Outsiders Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh.