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STROKERS THEME The Charlie Daniels Band Stroker Ace was born to race He had a mean streak ten 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 the Devil's nerve And make a car dance across the mud Haulin' shine was his regular line 'Til the track got in his blood He was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot But man, that fool could drive Cause he loved the feel of a steering wheel and the girls with the bedroom eyes And in a racing tight or a bar room fight Old Stroker stole the show A back street blazer and a real hell raiser and a racetrack Romeo Mama lock your daughters up that wild bunch is back in town And them little girls get frisky when they hear that racecar sound They bringin out the yellow flag, somebody's brakes have failed There's an oilslick on the inside and a wreck along the rail You better stand on it, Stroker, cause a bandit's on your tail. It's a downright joy for a country boy When he hears them engines moan But you gotta hang tough and it gets real rough When you're out there on your own Cause they'll push you around, they'll knock you down When you're up there against the wall And you always know when an engine blows That a man can't win 'em all You could push that car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon And if you break your neck in some d*** fool's wreck they'd forget about you soon But old Stroker Ace was born to race and it's worth all the trying Just to drink champagne in the Victory Lane and to hear that concrete whine Stroker get your dander up this ain't no time to lag You've got to make a lap up if you want to take that checkered flag Number ten is closin' in to even up the score It's time to wave bye-bye and put the pedal on the floor You better stand on it Stroker cause you're blowin' off their doors. Spoken: Blow their doors off, Stroker. Stand on it, Son. Ah, you good lookin' devil, you.

    


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