Artist: charlie daniels band
Song: 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
Haulin? 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, Ol? 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 race car sound
They?re bringing out the yellow flag, somebody?s brakes have failed
There?s an alsike on the inside and a wreck along the rail
You?d better stand on it Stroker 'cause a bandit?s on your tail
It?s a dynamite joy for a country boy when he hears them engines moan
But you?ve gotta hang tough when it gets real rough
When you?re out there on your own 'cause they?ll push you down
They?ll knock you down, they?ll shove you up against the wall
And you always know when the engine blows that a man can?t win ?em all
You can push that car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon
And if you?d break your neck in some damn fool wreck
They?d forget about you soon
But Ol? Stroker Ace was born to race and it?s worth all the trying
Just the dirt champagne in the victory lane and to hear that concrete whine
Stroker get your dander up this ain't no time to laugh
You?ve got to make the lap up if you?re gonna take that checkered flag
Number 10 is closin? in to even up the score
It?s time to wave bye bye and put the pedal on the floor
You?d better stand on it Stroker 'cause your blowin? off their doors
Blow their doors off Stroker
Stand on it, son
Ah, you good lookin? devil you
