Intro: E D A (x4)E D He was an underdog, a no threatA A Nascar junkie, a rookie, a wannabeE D Still wet behind the earsA A red line rever just jammin' his gearsE D There are those that are, and those that ain'tA The quickest get stickers, he was nothin' but paintE D A Chartruese paintE D Big race now we cut to, the last ten lapsA And here comes junior, sneakin upE D From the back of the pack, with a fire in his eyesA Waving out the window as he passes em byE D The tension mounts now he's number twoA All outta rubber and runnin on fumesE D It's door to door, out of turn fourA He sees those checkers and he hears that roar CHORUS -----------------------------------------E D A And the crowd goes wildE D A And the crowd goes wildE D A You're shining like a superstar babyE D A And the crowd goes wildE|-----------------------------------------------|E D He played the honky-tonks, the roadside barsA A real hum-dinger, a blue eyed singerE D With a red guitar around his neckA Paying them dues bout starving to deathE D But he told his mamma every time he came backA One of these days I'm gonna buy you a big longE D A Cadillac, get you outta this shackE D Then he hit the road, frontin' a bandA Six long hairs bobbing up and downE D In a Chevy van, all beat upA Did a lot of giving but he never gave upE D Then one night, he wrote a songA Made a little record it started catching onE D Now it's coliseums, he's all the rageA The lights go down when he hits the stage
And The Crowd Goes Wild
Mark Wills
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