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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 share of
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 fool could drive
'Cause he loved the feel of the wheel
And the girls with bedroom
And in a race of time or a bar room fight, Ol Stroker stole the
A back stretch blazer, a hell raiser and a racetrack Romeo

Mama lock your daughters up that vile bunch is in town
And them little get frisky when they hear that race car sound
Theyre bringing out the yellow flag, somebodys brakes have
Theres an alsike on the inside and a wreck the rail
Youd better stand on it Stroker a bandits 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 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
forget about you soon
But Ol Stroker Ace was born to race and its all the trying
Just the dirt champagne in the lane and to hear that concrete whine

Stroker get your dander up ain't no time to laugh
Youve got to make the lap up if youre 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 stand on it Stroker 'cause your blowin off their doors

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