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Stroker Ace was born to he had a mean streak two feet wide
A son of a gun a taste for fun and more than his share of pride
Take a dirt road curve with a devils nerve make a car dance the mud
Haulin shine was his regular line the track 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 with bedroom eyes
And in a race of time or a bar room fight, Ol Stroker stole the
A stretch blazer, a real hell raiser and a racetrack Romeo

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

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

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

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

their doors off Stroker
on it, son
Ah, you lookin devil you