Tom: E Intro: (E D A) 4x E D He was an underdog, a no threat A A Nascar junkie, a rookie, a wannabe E D Still wet behind the ears A A red line rever just jammin' his gears E D There are those that are, and those that ain't A The quickest get stickers, he was nothin' but paint E D A Chartruese paint E D Big race now we cut to, the last ten laps A And here comes junior, sneakin up E D From the back of the pack, with a fire in his eyes A Waving out the window as he passes em by E D The tension mounts now he's number two A All outta rubber and runnin on fumes E D It's door to door, out of turn four A He sees those checkers and he hears that roar Refrão: E D A And the crowd goes wild E D A And the crowd goes wild E D A You're shining like a superstar baby E D A And the crowd goes wild E D He played the honky-tonks, the roadside bars A A real hum-dinger, a blue eyed singer E D With a red guitar around his neck A Paying them dues bout starving to death E D But he told his mamma every time he came back A One of these days I'm gonna buy you a big long E D A Cadillac, get you outta this shack E D Then he hit the road, frontin' a band A Six long hairs bobbing up and down E D In a Chevy van, all beat up A Did a lot of giving but he never gave up E D Then one night, he wrote a song A Made a little record it started catching on E D Now it's coliseums, he's all the rage A The lights go down when he hits the stage