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Stroker Ace was born to race he had a mean two feet wide
A son of a gun with a for fun and more than his share of pride
Take a dirt road with a devils nerve make a car dance across the mud
Haulin shine was his 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 of the steering wheel
And the with bedroom eyes
And in a race of time or a bar room fight, Ol Stroker the show
A back stretch blazer, a hell raiser and a racetrack Romeo

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

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

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

Stroker get your up this ain't no time 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 wave bye bye and put the pedal on the
Youd better on it Stroker 'cause your blowin off their doors

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