They’re the in-crowd, we’re the other ones It’s a different kind of cloth that we’re cut from We let our colors show where the numbers ain’t We’re the paint where there ain’t supposed to be paint That’s who we are That’s 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 We’re the junkyard dogs, we’re the alley cats Keep the wind at our fronts and the hell at our backs That’s who we are We do our talkin’, walk that walk, wide open rockin’ That’s how we roll Back to the wall, a band of brothers, together alone The outsiders, rebel riders We’re the ones burning rubber off our

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We already gave you a first listen to Eric Church's brand-new song that he's set to debut at this year's CMA Awards in Nashville on November 6. Now, here are the lyrics to "The Outsiders":

They’re the in-crowd,we’re the other ones

It’s a different kind of cloth that we’re cut from

We let our colors show where the numbers ain’t

We’re the paint where there ain’t supposed to be paint

That’s who we are. That’s how we roll.

The outsiders

The outsiders

Your women get hot and our leather gets stained

When we saddle up and ride ‘em in the pouring rain

We’re the junkyard dogs, we’re the alley cats

Keep the wind at our fronts and the hell at our backs

That’s who we are

We do our talkin’, walk that walk, wide open rockin’

That’s how we roll Back to the wall, a band of brothers, together alone

The outsiders, rebel riders

We’re the ones burning rubber off our tires

Yeah, we’re the fighters, the all nighters

So fire ‘em up and get a little higher

We’re the bad news, we’re the young guns

We’re the ones that they told you to run from

Yeah, the player’s gonna play and a haters gonna hate

And a regulators born to regulate

When it hits the fan and it all goes down

And the gloves come off, you’re gonna find out just

Who we are. We do our talkin’, walk that walk, wide open rockin’

That’s how we roll Back to the wall, a band of brothers, together alone

The outsiders, rebel riders

We’re the ones burning rubber off our tires

Yeah we’re the fighters, the all nighters So fire ‘em up and get a little higher

The outsiders

The outsiders

You’re gonna know who we are

The outsiders

 

tires Yeah, we’re the fighters, the all nighters So fire ‘em up and get a little higher We’re the bad news, we’re the young guns We’re the ones that they told you to run from Yeah, the player’s gonna play and a haters gonna hate And a regulators born to regulate When it hits the fan and it all goes down And the gloves come off, you’re gonna find out just Who we are We do our talkin’, walk that walk, wide open rockin’ That’s how we roll Back to the wall, a band of brothers, together alone The outsiders, rebel riders We’re the ones burning rubber off our tires Yeah we’re the fighters, the all nighters So fire ‘em up and get a little higher The outsiders The outsiders You’re gonna know who we are The outsiders
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