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

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

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

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

You can push that car just a little too far any afternoon
And if youd break your neck in some fool wreck
Theyd forget about you
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 ain't no time to
Youve got to make the lap up if youre gonna take that flag
Number 10 is closin in to up the score
Its time to bye bye and put the pedal on the floor
Youd better stand on it 'cause your blowin off their doors

Blow doors off Stroker
on it, son
Ah, you good devil you