Intro:  E5  D5  A5 (x4) 
 
           E5          D5 
He was an underdog, a no threat 
   A5 
A Nascar junkie, a rookie, a wannabe 
E5         D5                 
Still wet behind the ears  
A5 
A red line rever just jammin' his gears 
           E5              D5 
There are those that are, and those that ain't 
A5 
The quickest get stickers, he was nothin' but paint 
E5    D5             A5  
     Chartruese paint 
 

                 E5            D5 
Big race now we cut to, the last ten laps 
    A5 
And here comes junior, sneakin up  
          E5                       D5 
From the back of the pack, with a fire in his eyes  
A5 
Waving out the window as he passes em by 
E5                           D5            
The tension mounts now he's number two 
A5 
All outta rubber and runnin on fumes 
     E5              D5 
It's door to door, out of turn four 
    A5 
He sees those checkers and he hears that roar 


         E5              D5  A5 
And the crowd goes wild 
         E5              D5  A5 
And the crowd goes wild 
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You're shining like a superstar baby  
         E5              D5  A5 
And the crowd goes wild  
 

               E5               D5 
He played the honky-tonks, the roadside bars 
   A5 
A real hum-dinger, a blue eyed singer 
        E5          D5 
With a red guitar around his neck 
A5 
Paying them dues bout starving to death 
        E5                    D5 
But he told his mamma every time he came back 
A5       
One of these days I'm gonna buy you a big long  
E5        D5          A5 
Cadillac,  get you outta this shack 
 

        E5              D5 
Then he hit the road, frontin' a band 
 A5 
Six long hairs bobbing up and down  
      E5         D5 
In a Chevy van, all beat up 
A5 
Did a lot of giving but he never gave up 
      E5         D5 
Then one night, he wrote a song 
A5 
Made a little record it started catching on 
          E5              D5 
Now it's coliseums, he's all the rage 
     A5 
The lights go down when he hits the stage