Charlie Daniels Band - Stroker's Theme Lyrics

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 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 racecar sound
Theyre bringing out the yellow flag; somebodys brakes have failed
Theres an alsike on the inside and a wreck along the rail
Youd better stand on it Stroker cause a bandits on your tail

Its a dynamite joy for a country boy when he hears them engines moan
But youve gotta hang tough when it gets real rough when youre out there on your own
Cause theyll push you down, theyll knock you down, theyll shove you up against the wall
And you always know when the engine blows that a man cant win em all
You can push that car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon
And if youd break your neck in some damn fool wreck theyd forget about you soon
But Ol Stroker Ace was born to race
And its 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
Youve got to make the lap up if youre gonna take that checkered flag
Number 10 is closin in to even up the score
Its time to wave bye bye and put the pedal on the floor
Youd better stand on it Stroker cause your blowin off their doors

Blow their doors off Stroker

Stand on it, son

Ahh, you good lookin devil you