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