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

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

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

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

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

Stroker get your dander up ain't no time to laugh
Youve got to make the lap up if youre gonna take that checkered
10 is closin in to even up the score
Its to wave bye bye and put the pedal on the floor
Youd better stand on it Stroker your blowin off their doors

Blow their off Stroker
on it, son
Ah, you lookin devil you