Get The Lyrics To Eric Church’s New Song ‘The Outsiders’
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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