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Stroker Ace was to race 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 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 fool could
'Cause he loved the feel of the steering
And the with bedroom eyes
And in a race of time or a bar room fight, Ol Stroker stole the
A back stretch blazer, a real hell and a racetrack Romeo

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

Its a dynamite joy for a boy when he hears them engines moan
But youve gotta hang tough when it gets real
When youre out on your 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 car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon
And if break your neck in some damn fool wreck
forget about you soon
But Ol Stroker Ace was born to race and its all the trying
Just the dirt in the victory lane and to hear that concrete whine

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

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