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

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

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

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

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

get your 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 in to even up the score
Its to wave bye bye and put the pedal on the floor
Youd better stand on it Stroker 'cause your blowin off doors

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