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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 more than his share of
Take a dirt road curve with a devils nerve make a car 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 feel of the wheel
And the with bedroom eyes
And in a of time or a bar room fight, Ol Stroker stole the show
A back stretch blazer, a real hell and a racetrack Romeo

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

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

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

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