Intro:  E  D  A (x4) 
 
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He was an underdog, a no threat 
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A Nascar junkie, a rookie, a wannabe 
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Still wet behind the ears  
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A red line rever just jammin' his gears 
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There are those that are, and those that ain't 
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The quickest get stickers, he was nothin' but paint 
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     Chartruese paint 
 
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Big race now we cut to, the last ten laps 
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And here comes junior, sneakin up  
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From the back of the pack, with a fire in his eyes  
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Waving out the window as he passes em by 
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The tension mounts now he's number two 
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All outta rubber and runnin on fumes 
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It's door to door, out of turn four 
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He sees those checkers and he hears that roar 

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And the crowd goes wild 
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And the crowd goes wild 
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You're shining like a superstar baby  
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And the crowd goes wild  
 
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He played the honky-tonks, the roadside bars 
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A real hum-dinger, a blue eyed singer 
        E          D 
With a red guitar around his neck 
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Paying them dues bout starving to death 
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But he told his mamma every time he came back 
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One of these days I'm gonna buy you a big long  
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Cadillac,  get you outta this shack 
 
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Then he hit the road, frontin' a band 
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Six long hairs bobbing up and down  
      E         D 
In a Chevy van, all beat up 
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Did a lot of giving but he never gave up 
      E         D 
Then one night, he wrote a song 
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Made a little record it started catching on 
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Now it's coliseums, he's all the rage 
     A 
The lights go down when he hits the stage