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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 shot and he bragged a lot, but man fool 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 stole the
A stretch blazer, a real hell raiser and a racetrack Romeo

Mama lock your daughters up that vile bunch is in town
And them little girls get frisky 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 stand on it Stroker a bandits on your tail

Its a dynamite joy for a country boy he hears them engines moan
But youve gotta hang tough when it 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 always know the engine blows that a man cant win em all

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

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

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