Karaoké Stroker's Theme The Charlie Daniels Band (Stroker Ace)

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 the devil's nerve and 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

'Cos he loved the feel of the steerin' wheel and the girls with the bedroom eyes

And in a racin' tide or a barroom 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 'cos 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

'Cos they'll push you around

They'll knock you down

They'll shove you up against the wall

And you always know when your 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 damn fool wreck they forget about you soon

But old Stroker Ace was born to race and it was worth all the tryin'

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 gonna 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 'cos you're blowin' off their doors

Blow their doors off Stroker

Stand on it son

Ah you good lookin' devil you