Standard (EADGBE)

 key:

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