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Stroker Ace was born to he had a mean streak two feet wide
A son of a gun with a taste for fun and more than his of pride
a dirt road curve with a devils nerve make a car dance across the mud
Haulin shine was his regular line till the track got in his

Was a real hot shot and he a lot, but man that fool could drive
'Cause he the feel of the steering wheel
And the with bedroom eyes
And in a of time or a bar room fight, Ol Stroker stole the show
A stretch blazer, a real hell raiser and a racetrack Romeo

Mama your daughters up that vile bunch is back in town
And them girls get frisky when they hear that race car sound
Theyre bringing out the yellow flag, brakes have failed
Theres an alsike on the inside and a along the rail
Youd better stand on it Stroker 'cause a bandits on tail

Its a dynamite joy for a boy when he hears them engines moan
But youve gotta hang tough when it gets real
youre out there on your own 'cause theyll push you down
Theyll knock you down, theyll you up against the wall
And you always know the engine blows that a man cant win em all

You can push that car just a little too far any afternoon
And if youd your neck in some damn fool wreck
forget about you soon
But Ol Stroker Ace was born to race and its worth all the
the dirt champagne in the victory lane and to hear that concrete whine

Stroker get your dander up this no time to laugh
Youve got to make the lap up if youre gonna take that checkered
Number 10 is closin in to up the score
Its to wave bye bye and put the pedal on the floor
Youd better stand on it Stroker 'cause your blowin off doors

their doors off Stroker
on it, son
Ah, you good lookin you