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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 than his share of pride
Take a dirt curve with a devils nerve make 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 fool drive
'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 back stretch blazer, a real hell raiser and a racetrack

Mama lock your up that vile bunch is back in town
And them little girls get frisky when they hear that race car
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 your

Its a dynamite joy for a country boy when he hears engines moan
But youve gotta hang when 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 always know when the engine blows that a man 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 and its worth all the trying
Just the dirt in the victory lane 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 to wave bye bye and put the pedal on the floor
Youd better stand on it Stroker 'cause blowin off their doors

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