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

Was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot, but man that fool could
'Cause he loved the of the steering wheel
And the girls with bedroom
And in a of time or a bar room fight, Ol Stroker stole the show
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 when they hear that race car sound
bringing out the yellow flag, somebodys brakes have failed
Theres an alsike on the inside and a along the rail
Youd better on it Stroker 'cause a bandits on your tail

Its a dynamite joy for a country boy when he hears engines 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 when the blows that 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 damn fool
Theyd about you soon
But Ol Stroker Ace was born to race and its worth all the
Just the dirt in the victory lane and to hear that concrete whine

get your dander up this ain't no time 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 stand on it Stroker 'cause your blowin off their doors

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