The Outsiders chords - Eric Church ♬ How to Play

The Outsiders chords

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

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

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


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

Dm      C         G    Bb
Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh.
Dm      C         G    Bb
Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh.

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

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

Dm      C         G    Bb
Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh.
             Dm      C         G    Bb
The Outsiders Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh.
                               Dm
You re gonna know who we are.