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Stroker Ace was born to race he had a mean streak two feet
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 make a car dance the mud
Haulin shine was his regular line the track got in his blood

Was a real hot shot and he a lot, but man that fool could drive
'Cause he loved the feel of the steering
And the girls bedroom eyes
And in a race of time or a bar room fight, Ol stole the show
A back stretch blazer, a real raiser and a racetrack Romeo

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

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

You can that car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon
And if youd break your neck in some fool wreck
Theyd forget about you
But Ol Stroker Ace was born to race and its 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 make the lap up if gonna take that checkered flag
Number 10 is closin in to even up the
Its time to wave bye bye and put the pedal on the
Youd better stand on it Stroker 'cause your off their doors

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