Stroker's Theme (Album Version)
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โฑ๏ธ 2:49 duration
๐ ID: 10632
๐ 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 bedroom eyes
And in a racing tide or a barroom fight, old Stroker stole the show
A backstretch blazer, 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're bringin' out the yellow flag
Somebody's brakes have failed
There's an oil slick 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 damn fool 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 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
Cause you're blowin' off their doors
Blow their doors off, Stroker
Stand on it, son
Ah, you good-lookin' devil, you
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 bedroom eyes
And in a racing tide or a barroom fight, old Stroker stole the show
A backstretch blazer, 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're bringin' out the yellow flag
Somebody's brakes have failed
There's an oil slick 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 damn fool 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 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
Cause you're blowin' off their doors
Blow their doors off, Stroker
Stand on it, son
Ah, you good-lookin' devil, you
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:18.94] Stroker Ace was born to race
[00:20.90] He had a mean streak ten feet wide
[00:22.67] A son of a gun with a taste for fun and more than his share of pride
[00:26.76] Take a dirt road curve with the devil's nerve and make a car dance across the mud
[00:30.47] Hauling shine was his regular line 'til the track got in his blood
[00:34.37] Was a real hot shot, and he bragged a lot, but man, that fool could drive
[00:38.03] 'Cause he loved the feel of the steering wheel and the girls with the bedroom eyes
[00:41.70] And in a racing tide or a barroom fight, old Stroker stole the show
[00:45.63] A backstretch blazer, a real hell-raiser, and a racetrack Romeo
[00:49.70] Mama, lock your daughters up
[00:51.22] That wild bunch is back in town
[00:56.73] And them little girls get frisky
[00:58.74] When they hear that racecar sound
[01:04.84] They're bringin' out the yellow flag
[01:06.61] Somebody's brakes have failed
[01:08.26] There's an oil slick on the inside
[01:10.28] And a wreck along the rail
[01:12.06] You better stand on it, Stroker
[01:13.99] Cause a bandit's on your tail
[01:16.06]
[01:24.77] It's a downright joy for a country boy when he hears them engines moan
[01:28.15] But you gotta hang tough, and it gets real rough when you're out there on your own
[01:32.28] Cause they'll push you around, they'll knock you down; they'll shove ya up against the wall
[01:36.24] And you always know when an engine blows and a man can't win 'em all
[01:40.02] You could push that car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon
[01:43.72] And if you break your neck in some damn fool wreck, they'll forget about you soon
[01:47.68] But old Stroker Ace was born to race, and it's worth all the trying
[01:51.37] Just to drink champagne in the Victory Lane and to hear that concrete whine
[01:55.24] Stroker, get your dander up
[01:57.06] This ain't no time to lag
[02:02.75] You've got to make a lap up
[02:04.74] If you gonna take that checkered flag
[02:10.60] Number ten is closin' in to even up the score
[02:14.26] It's time to wave bye-bye and put the pedal on the floor
[02:17.71] You better stand on it, Stroker
[02:20.18] Cause you're blowin' off their doors
[02:24.73] Blow their doors off, Stroker
[02:28.98] Stand on it, son
[02:32.11] Ah, you good-lookin' devil, you
[02:35.74]
[00:20.90] He had a mean streak ten feet wide
[00:22.67] A son of a gun with a taste for fun and more than his share of pride
[00:26.76] Take a dirt road curve with the devil's nerve and make a car dance across the mud
[00:30.47] Hauling shine was his regular line 'til the track got in his blood
[00:34.37] Was a real hot shot, and he bragged a lot, but man, that fool could drive
[00:38.03] 'Cause he loved the feel of the steering wheel and the girls with the bedroom eyes
[00:41.70] And in a racing tide or a barroom fight, old Stroker stole the show
[00:45.63] A backstretch blazer, a real hell-raiser, and a racetrack Romeo
[00:49.70] Mama, lock your daughters up
[00:51.22] That wild bunch is back in town
[00:56.73] And them little girls get frisky
[00:58.74] When they hear that racecar sound
[01:04.84] They're bringin' out the yellow flag
[01:06.61] Somebody's brakes have failed
[01:08.26] There's an oil slick on the inside
[01:10.28] And a wreck along the rail
[01:12.06] You better stand on it, Stroker
[01:13.99] Cause a bandit's on your tail
[01:16.06]
[01:24.77] It's a downright joy for a country boy when he hears them engines moan
[01:28.15] But you gotta hang tough, and it gets real rough when you're out there on your own
[01:32.28] Cause they'll push you around, they'll knock you down; they'll shove ya up against the wall
[01:36.24] And you always know when an engine blows and a man can't win 'em all
[01:40.02] You could push that car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon
[01:43.72] And if you break your neck in some damn fool wreck, they'll forget about you soon
[01:47.68] But old Stroker Ace was born to race, and it's worth all the trying
[01:51.37] Just to drink champagne in the Victory Lane and to hear that concrete whine
[01:55.24] Stroker, get your dander up
[01:57.06] This ain't no time to lag
[02:02.75] You've got to make a lap up
[02:04.74] If you gonna take that checkered flag
[02:10.60] Number ten is closin' in to even up the score
[02:14.26] It's time to wave bye-bye and put the pedal on the floor
[02:17.71] You better stand on it, Stroker
[02:20.18] Cause you're blowin' off their doors
[02:24.73] Blow their doors off, Stroker
[02:28.98] Stand on it, son
[02:32.11] Ah, you good-lookin' devil, you
[02:35.74]