Cifras
The Outsiders

Tono: D

Introducción:

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                                             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                                            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.
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.