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

Was a real hot and he bragged a lot, but man that fool could drive
'Cause he the feel 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 lock daughters up that vile bunch is back in town
And them little girls get when they hear that race car sound
Theyre bringing out the yellow flag, somebodys brakes failed
Theres an alsike on the and a wreck along the rail
Youd better stand on it Stroker 'cause a on your tail

Its a dynamite joy for a country boy when he them engines moan
But gotta hang tough when 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 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 break your neck in some damn fool wreck
Theyd forget about you
But Ol Stroker Ace was born to race and its worth all the
the dirt champagne in the victory lane and to hear that concrete whine

Stroker get your dander up ain't no time to laugh
Youve got to make the lap up if gonna take that checkered flag
Number 10 is closin in to up the score
Its time to wave bye bye and put the on the floor
Youd better stand on it Stroker your blowin off their doors

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