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Charlie Daniels Band
Miscellaneous
Stroker's Theme
Stroker Ace was born 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 pride
Take a dirt road curve with a devils nerve
Make a car dance across the mud
And haulinâ shine was his regular line till the track got in his blood
Was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot, but man that fool could drive
Cause he loved the feel of the steering wheel and the girls with bedroom eyes
And in a race of time or a bar room fight, Olâ Stroker stole the show
A back stretch blazer, a real hell raiser and a racetrack Romeo
Mama lock your daughters up
That vile bunch is back in town
And them little girls get frisky when they hear that racecar sound
Theyâre bringing out the yellow flag; somebodyâs brakes have failed
Thereâs an alsike on the inside and a wreck along the rail
Youâd better stand on it Stroker cause a banditâs on your tail
Itâs a dynamite joy for a country boy when he hears them engines moan
But youâve gotta hang tough when it gets real rough when youâre out there on your own
Cause theyâll push you down, theyâll knock you down, theyâll shove you up against the wall
And you always know when the engine blows that a man canât win âem all
You can push that car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon
And if youâd break your neck in some damn fool wreck theyâd forget about you soon
But Olâ Stroker Ace was born to race
And itâs worth all the trying
Just the dirt champagne in the victory lane and to hear that concrete whine
Stroker get your dander up this aint no time to laugh
Youâve got to make the lap up if youâre gonna take that checkered flag
Number 10 is closinâ in to even up the score
Itâs time to wave bye bye and put the pedal on the floor
Youâd better stand on it Stroker cause your blowinâ off their doors
Blow their doors off Stroker
Stand on it, son
Ahh, you good lookinâ devil you