Stroker's Theme Lyrics - Singles - Charlie Daniels Band

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