Stoker's Theme
Written & Recorded Charlie Daniels
Album A Decade of Hits
Submitted by RoC

Note I suggest you capo at the 1st Fret to make 
things easier.  The capoed Chords are at the bottom.

(Cm)Stroker Ace was born to race. 
A real hot shot and bragged alot
Verses 1&2

(Cm)He had a mean streak ten feet wide. 
but man that fool could drive.


A(Bb)son of a gun with a taste for fun and 
"Cause he loved the feel of the steering wheel


more than his share of pride. 
and the girls with the bed room eyes.


Take a (Ab)dirt road curve with the devil's 
And in a racing tide or a barroom fight 


nerve and make a car dance a cross the mud. 
Ol' Stroker stole the show.


(Gsus)Hauling shine was his regular line 'til the 
A back stretch blazer, a real hell raiser and a race track Romeo.


(G)track got in his blood. 
and a race track Romeo.

Chorus

(Ab)Mama lock your daughters up. That wild bunch is back in (Eb)town.

And them (Ab)little girls get frisky when they hear that race car (Eb)sound.

(Ab)They're bringing out the yellow flag. Somebody's brakes have failed.

There's an (Eb)oil slick on the inside and a wreck along the rail.

You'd better (Bb)stand on it, Stroker cause a bandits on your (Cm)tail.


Second Chorus 
(Ab)Stroker get your dander up this no time to laugh(Eb).

You (Ab)got to make the lap up if your gonna take that checkered (Eb)flag.

(Ab)Number ten is closing in to even up the score.

It's (Eb)time to wave bye bye and put the pedal on the floor.

You'd better (Bb)stand on it. Stroker 'Cause you're blowing off their (Csus2)doors.



Spoken at end of song.
"Blow there doors off Stroker."

"Stand on it Son."

"Ah, you good looking devil, you."


Verse 3
It's a down right joy for a country boy, 
when he hears them engines moan. 
'Cause they'll push you around and they'll knock you down.
And you always know when the engine blows,
That a man can't win 'em all.


Verse 4
You could push that car just a little too far, any sunday afternoon.
And if youd break your neck, in some damn fool wreck,
They forget about you soon.
But ol' Stroker Ace was born to race.
And it's worth all there trying,
Just to drink champagne in the victory lane.
And to hear that concrete whine.