The Outsiders Ukulele tab

	  

                 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. 

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.