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Stroker's Theme
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Stroker's Theme fue lanzado el 20 de junio de 1983 por Epic/Legacy como parte del álbum A Decade of Hits
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Fecha de lanzamiento20 de junio de 1983
Sello discográficoEpic/Legacy
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM125

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Charlie Daniels
Charlie Daniels
Guitarra, Voces
Fred Edwards
Fred Edwards
Percusión
Charlie Hayward
Charlie Hayward
Bajo
James Wainwright Marshall
James Wainwright Marshall
Percusión
T. Crain
T. Crain
Voces, Guitarra
Taz DiGregorio
Taz DiGregorio
Teclados, Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Charlie Daniels
Charlie Daniels
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
John Boylan
John Boylan
Producción
Al Quaglieri
Al Quaglieri
Producción de reedición
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Masterización

Letra

[Verse 1]
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, till the track got in his blood
[Verse 2]
Was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot, but man, that fool could drive
'Cause he loved the feel of the steerin' wheel and the girls with the bedroom eyes
And in a racin' tide or a bar room fight, Old Stoker stole the show
A back stretch blazer, a real hell raiser and a racetrack Romeo
[Verse 3]
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 flags
Somebody's brakes have failed
There's oil slick on the inside, and a wreck along the rail
You better stand on it, Stroker, 'cause a bandit's on your tail
[Verse 4]
It's a downright joy for a country boy, when he hears them engines moan
But you gotta hand 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 you up against the wall
And you'll always know when the 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's worth all the tryin'
Just to drink champagne in the Victory Lane and to hear that concrete whine
[Verse 5]
Stroker, get your dander up, this ain't no time to lag
You've got to make a lap up if you're 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
[Verse 6]
Blow their doors off, Stroker
Stand on it, son
Ah, you good-lookin' devil, you
Written by: Charlie Daniels
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