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

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

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

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

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

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

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