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

Was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot, but man fool could drive
'Cause he the feel of the steering wheel
And the with bedroom eyes
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 vile bunch is back in town
And little girls get frisky when they hear that race car sound
Theyre out the yellow flag, somebodys brakes have failed
an alsike on the inside and a wreck 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 it gets real rough
When youre out there on own 'cause theyll push you down
Theyll you down, theyll shove you up against the wall
And you always know when the blows that a man cant win em all

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

Stroker get your dander up this ain't no to laugh
Youve got to the lap up if youre gonna take that checkered flag
Number 10 is closin in to even up the
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 lookin you