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 E5 D5 A5 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