Chords for Stroker Ace - The Charlie Daniels Band
Tempo:
124.25 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Bb
Eb
Cm
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [Cm]
Stroker Race was born to race, he had a mean streak two feet wide.
[Bb] The son of a gun with a taste for fun and more than his share of [Ab] pride.
Take a dirt road curve with a devil's nerve and make a car dance across the [G] mud.
And haul and chime as his regular lines and the track got in his blood.
[Cm] It was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot, but man that fool could drive.
[Bb] Cause he loved the feel of the steering wheel and the girls with the bedroom eyes.
[Ab] And in a race of tide or a barroom fight old Stroker stole the show.
[Gm] A backstretch blazer, a real hell razor and a racetrack Romeo.
[Ab]
Mama lock your daughters up in that file bunch back [Eb] in town.
And [Ab] them 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.
[Eb] There's a horse lick on the inside and a wreck along the rail.
You [Bb] better stand on it Stroker cause a bandit's [Cm] on your tail.
It's a downright joy for a country boy when he hears them engines moan.
[Bb] But you gotta act up and it gets real rough when you're out there on your own.
[Ab]
Cause they'll push you around, they'll knock you down, they'll shove you up against the wall.
[G] And you always know when the engine blows that a man can't win them all.
[Cm] You can push that car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon.
[Bb] And if you break your neck some damn fool wreck they can get about you soon.
[Ab] But old Stroker ace is born to race and it's worth all the trying.
[Gm] Just a drink of champagne in the victory lane and to hear that concrete [Ab] whine.
Stroker get your dander up this ain't no [Eb] time to lie.
[Ab] You got to make a lap up if you're gonna take that [Eb] checkered flag.
[Ab]
Number 10 is closing in to even up the score.
[Eb] It's time to wave bye bye and put the pedal on the floor.
You better [Bb]
stand on it Stroker cause you're blowing [Cm] off their door.
Blow their doors off Stroker.
Stand on it son.
Good looking devil you.
[N]
Stroker Race was born to race, he had a mean streak two feet wide.
[Bb] The son of a gun with a taste for fun and more than his share of [Ab] pride.
Take a dirt road curve with a devil's nerve and make a car dance across the [G] mud.
And haul and chime as his regular lines and the track got in his blood.
[Cm] It was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot, but man that fool could drive.
[Bb] Cause he loved the feel of the steering wheel and the girls with the bedroom eyes.
[Ab] And in a race of tide or a barroom fight old Stroker stole the show.
[Gm] A backstretch blazer, a real hell razor and a racetrack Romeo.
[Ab]
Mama lock your daughters up in that file bunch back [Eb] in town.
And [Ab] them 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.
[Eb] There's a horse lick on the inside and a wreck along the rail.
You [Bb] better stand on it Stroker cause a bandit's [Cm] on your tail.
It's a downright joy for a country boy when he hears them engines moan.
[Bb] But you gotta act up and it gets real rough when you're out there on your own.
[Ab]
Cause they'll push you around, they'll knock you down, they'll shove you up against the wall.
[G] And you always know when the engine blows that a man can't win them all.
[Cm] You can push that car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon.
[Bb] And if you break your neck some damn fool wreck they can get about you soon.
[Ab] But old Stroker ace is born to race and it's worth all the trying.
[Gm] Just a drink of champagne in the victory lane and to hear that concrete [Ab] whine.
Stroker get your dander up this ain't no [Eb] time to lie.
[Ab] You got to make a lap up if you're gonna take that [Eb] checkered flag.
[Ab]
Number 10 is closing in to even up the score.
[Eb] It's time to wave bye bye and put the pedal on the floor.
You better [Bb]
stand on it Stroker cause you're blowing [Cm] off their door.
Blow their doors off Stroker.
Stand on it son.
Good looking devil you.
[N]
Key:
Ab
Bb
Eb
Cm
G
Ab
Bb
Eb
[G] _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Stroker Race was born to race, he had a mean streak two feet wide.
[Bb] The son of a gun with a taste for fun and more than his share of [Ab] pride.
Take a dirt road curve with a devil's nerve and make a car dance across the [G] mud.
And haul and chime as his regular lines and the track got in his blood.
[Cm] It was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot, but man that fool could drive.
[Bb] Cause he loved the feel of the steering wheel and the girls with the bedroom eyes.
[Ab] And in a race of tide or a barroom fight old Stroker stole the show.
[Gm] A backstretch blazer, a real hell razor and a racetrack Romeo.
_ [Ab]
Mama lock your daughters up in that file bunch back [Eb] in town.
_ _ _ _ And [Ab] them 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.
[Eb] There's a horse lick on the inside and a wreck along the rail.
You [Bb] better stand on it Stroker cause a bandit's [Cm] on your tail. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's a downright joy for a country boy when he hears them engines moan.
[Bb] But you gotta act up and it gets real rough when you're out there on your own.
[Ab]
Cause they'll push you around, they'll knock you down, they'll shove you up against the wall.
[G] And you always know when the engine blows that a man can't win them all.
[Cm] You can push that car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon.
[Bb] And if you break your neck some damn fool wreck they can get about you soon.
[Ab] But old Stroker ace is born to race and it's worth all the trying.
[Gm] Just a drink of champagne in the victory lane and to hear that concrete [Ab] whine.
Stroker get your dander up this ain't no [Eb] time to lie.
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] You got to make a lap up if you're gonna take that [Eb] checkered flag.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab]
Number 10 is closing in to even up the score.
[Eb] It's time to wave bye bye and put the pedal on the floor.
You better [Bb]
stand on it Stroker cause you're blowing [Cm] off their door. _
_ _ _ Blow their doors off Stroker.
_ _ _ Stand on it son.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Good looking devil you. _ _ _ _ _
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Stroker Race was born to race, he had a mean streak two feet wide.
[Bb] The son of a gun with a taste for fun and more than his share of [Ab] pride.
Take a dirt road curve with a devil's nerve and make a car dance across the [G] mud.
And haul and chime as his regular lines and the track got in his blood.
[Cm] It was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot, but man that fool could drive.
[Bb] Cause he loved the feel of the steering wheel and the girls with the bedroom eyes.
[Ab] And in a race of tide or a barroom fight old Stroker stole the show.
[Gm] A backstretch blazer, a real hell razor and a racetrack Romeo.
_ [Ab]
Mama lock your daughters up in that file bunch back [Eb] in town.
_ _ _ _ And [Ab] them 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.
[Eb] There's a horse lick on the inside and a wreck along the rail.
You [Bb] better stand on it Stroker cause a bandit's [Cm] on your tail. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's a downright joy for a country boy when he hears them engines moan.
[Bb] But you gotta act up and it gets real rough when you're out there on your own.
[Ab]
Cause they'll push you around, they'll knock you down, they'll shove you up against the wall.
[G] And you always know when the engine blows that a man can't win them all.
[Cm] You can push that car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon.
[Bb] And if you break your neck some damn fool wreck they can get about you soon.
[Ab] But old Stroker ace is born to race and it's worth all the trying.
[Gm] Just a drink of champagne in the victory lane and to hear that concrete [Ab] whine.
Stroker get your dander up this ain't no [Eb] time to lie.
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] You got to make a lap up if you're gonna take that [Eb] checkered flag.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab]
Number 10 is closing in to even up the score.
[Eb] It's time to wave bye bye and put the pedal on the floor.
You better [Bb]
stand on it Stroker cause you're blowing [Cm] off their door. _
_ _ _ Blow their doors off Stroker.
_ _ _ Stand on it son.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Good looking devil you. _ _ _ _ _
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