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.
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.
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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.
