theyre the in crowd were the other ones
its a different kind of cloth that were cut from
we let our colors show where the numbers aint
with the paint where there aint supposed to be paint
thats who we are
thats 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
were the junkyard dogs were the alley cats
keep the wind at our front and the hell at our back
pre
thats who we are
we do our talking walk that walk
wide open rocking
thats how we roll
our backs to the wall
a band of brothers
together alone the outsiders
were the riders were the ones burning rubber off our tires
yeah were the fighters the allnighters
so fire them up and get a lil higher
woahohoh
woahohoh
woahohoh
woahohoh
were the bad news
were the young guns
were the ones that they told you to run from
yeah the players going to play and a haters going to hate
and a regulators born to regulate
when it hits the fan and it all goes down
and the gloves come off
youre going to find out just
pre
thats who we are
we do our talking walk that walk
wide open rocking
thats how we roll
our backs to the wall
a band of brothers
together alone the outsiders
were the riders were the ones burning rubber off our tires
yeah were the fighters the allnighters
so fire them up and get a lil higher
woahohoh
woahohoh
the outsiders
woahohoh
woahohoh
the outsiders
woahohoh
woahohoh
youre going to know who we are
woahohoh
woahohoh
the outsiders
woahohoh
woahohoh
thats who we are
Artist: Eric Church
Year: 2013
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 145