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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 road curve with a devils nerve make a car dance across the mud
Haulin shine was his regular line the track got in his blood

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

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

Its a dynamite joy for a country boy when he hears them moan
But youve gotta tough when it gets real rough
When youre out on your own 'cause theyll push 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 push that car just a little too far any Sunday
And if youd break your neck in some fool wreck
forget about you soon
But Ol Stroker Ace was to race and its worth all the trying
Just the dirt champagne in the victory lane and to hear that concrete

Stroker get your dander up this no time to laugh
Youve got to make the lap up if youre gonna take that flag
10 is closin in to even up the score
Its time to bye bye and put the pedal on the floor
better stand on it Stroker 'cause your blowin off their doors

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