Strokers Theme

Cm    Bb  Cm

[Verse 1]
Cm
Stroker Ace was born to race
Cm
He had a mean streak ten feet wide
  Bb
A son of a gun with a taste for fun 
and
Bb
More than his share of pride
       Ab
Take a dirt road curve with the 
devil's
Ab
Nerve and make a car dance across 
the mud
Gsus4
Hauling shine was his regular line 
'til the
G
Track got in his blood

[Verse 2]
      Cm
Was a real hot shot and he bragged a
 lot but
Cm
Man that fool could drive
       Bm
'Cause he loved the feel of the 
steering wheel
Bm
And the girls with the bed-room eyes
         Ab
And in a racing tide or a bar room 
fight old Stroker stole the show
  Gsus4
A back stretch blazer, a real hell 
raiser and a race track Romeo

[Chorus]
Ab
Mama lock your daughters up
                                Eb
That wild bunch is back in town
         Ab
And them little girls get frisky
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                            Eb
When they hear that racecar sound
        Ab
They're bringin out the yellow flag
Ab
Somebody's brakes have failed
           Eb
There's an oilslick on the inside
Eb
And a wreck along the rail
           Bb N.C.
You better stand on it, Stroker
                         Cm
Cause a bandit's on your tail

[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
       Cm
It's a downright joy for a country 
boy
Cm
When he hears them engines moan
        Bb
But you gotta hang tough and it gets
 real rough
Bb
When you're out there on your own
              Ab
Cause they'll push you around, 
they'll knock you down

They'll shove ya up against the wall
        Gsus4
And you always know when an engine 
blows
      G
And a man can't win 'em all

[Verse 4]
          Cm
You could push that car
Cm
Just a little too far any Sunday 
afternoon
             Bb
And if you'd break your neck,

Some damn fool wrecked, they'd 
forget about you soon
        Ab
But old Stroker Ace was born to race
Ab
And it's worth all the trying
              Gsus4
Just to drink champagne in the 
Victory Lane

And to hear that concrete whine

[Chorus]
Ab
Stroker get your dander up
                           Eb
This ain't no time to laugh
    Ab
You got to make the lap up
If you want to take that checkered 
Eb
flag
Ab
Number ten is closin' in to even up 
the score
     Eb
It's time to wave bye-bye and put 
the pedal on the floor
           Bb N.C.
You better stand on it Stroker
N.C.                           Csus2
Cause you're blowin' off their doors

[Otro]
           Csus2 N.C.
Blow their doors off, Stroker
Csus2  N.C.
Stand on it, Son
    Csus2 N.C.
Ah, you good lookin' devil, you
C N.C.  C. N.C.