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
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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
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In a Chevy van, all beat up
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Did a lot of giving but he never gave up
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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
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The lights go down when he hits the stage