Stroker's Theme
Composer(s): Charlie Daniels
Performer(s): 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. 

Blow their doors off, Stroker 
Stand on it, Son 
Ah, you good lookin' devil, you