The Charlie Daniels Band - Stroker's Theme lyrics

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. Hauling shine was his regular line 'til 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 the bed-room eyes. And in a racing tide or a bar room fight old Stroker stole the show. A back stretch blazer, a real hell raiser and a race track 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're 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 They'll shove ya up against the wall And you always know when an engine blows And 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'll 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. Blow their doors off, Stroker. Stand on it, Son. Ah, you good lookin' devil, you.