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

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

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

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

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

Stroker get your dander up this ain't no to laugh
Youve got to make the lap up if youre gonna take checkered 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 Stroker 'cause blowin off their doors

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