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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 his share of pride
Take a dirt road curve a devils 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 fool could drive
he loved the feel of the steering 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 bunch is back in town
And them little girls get frisky when they hear that car sound
Theyre out the yellow flag, somebodys brakes have failed
Theres an alsike on the inside and a along the rail
Youd stand on it Stroker 'cause a bandits on your tail

Its a dynamite joy for a boy when he hears them engines moan
But youve gotta hang tough when it gets real
When out there on your own 'cause theyll push you down
Theyll knock you down, theyll shove you up against the
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 your neck in some damn fool wreck
Theyd forget you soon
But Ol Ace was born to race and its worth all the trying
Just the dirt champagne in the victory lane and to that concrete whine

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

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