Eric Church
Kenneth Eric Church (born May 3, 1977), known professionally as Eric Church, is an American musician, singer and songwriter. Signed to Capitol Nashville since 2005, he has since released a total of five studio albums for that label. His debut album, 2006's Sinners Like Me, produced four singles on the Billboard country charts including the top 20 hits "How 'Bout You", "Two Pink Lines", and "Guys Like Me".
His second album, 2009's Carolina, produced three more singles: "Smoke a Little Smoke" and his first top 10 hits, "Love Your Love the Most" and "Hell on the Heart". 2011's Chief, his first No. 1 album, gave him his first two No. 1 singles, "Drink in My Hand" and "Springsteen", and the hits "Homeboy", "Creepin'", and "Like Jesus Does". His third No. 1 single was "The Only Way I Know", which he, Jason Aldean, and Luke Bryan recorded for Aldean's album Night Train. A fourth album, The Outsiders, was released in February 2014. It produced five new singles between 2013–15 with the title track, "Give Me Back My Hometown", "Cold One", "Talladega" and "Like a Wrecking Ball". "Talladega" and "Give Me Back My Hometown" each reached number one on the Country Airplay chart. Eric Church got his sixth No. 1 hit with Keith Urban in May 2015 with the single "Raise 'Em Up". He released his fifth studio album, Mr. Misunderstood, on November 3, 2015.
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ALBUMS
- The Outsiders released: 2014
- Caught in the Act released: 2013
- Chief released: 2011
- Carolina released: 2009
- Sinners Like Me released: 2006
Carolina
Released 2009- Ain't Killed Me Yet
- Lotta Boot Left to Fill
- Young and Wild
- Where She Told Me to Go
- Longer Gone
- Love Your Love the Most
- Smoke a Little Smoke
- Without You Here
- You Make It Look So Easy
- Carolina
- Hell on the Heart
- Those I've Loved
- My Heart's Got a Memory
- Faster Than Angels Can Fly
- His Kind of Money (My Kind of Love)
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The Outsiders
by: Eric ChurchThey'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
With 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 front, and the hell at our back
That's who we are
We do our talking, walk that walk
Wide open rocking
That's how we roll
Our backs to the wall
A band of brothers
Together, alone, the Outsiders
We're the 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 lil higher
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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 talking, walk that walk
Wide open rocking
That's how we roll
Our backs to the wall
A band of brothers
Together, alone, the outsiders
We're the 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 lil higher
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
The Outsiders
Woah-oh-oh
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The Outsiders
Woah-oh-oh
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You're gonna know who we are
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That's who we are