Chords for The Charlie Daniels Band - Stroker's Theme
Tempo:
125.35 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Cm
G
Bb
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Cm]
[G] [Cm]
[Cm] Stroker Race was born to race, he had a mean streak two feet wide.
[Bb] A son of a gun with a taste for fun and more than his share of pride.
[Ab] Take a dirt road curve with a devil's nerve, make a car dance across the mud.
[G] And haul and shine was his regular line till 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 racing tide or a bar room fight, old Stroker stole the show.
[G] A backstretch blazer, a real hell razor and a racetrack Romeo.
[Ab] Mama lock your daughters up, that foul bunch is back [Eb] in town.
[Ab] And them little girls get frisky when they hear that race [Eb] car 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 on your [Gm] tail.
[Cm]
It's a downright joy for a country boy when he hears them engines moan.
[Bb] But you gotta hang tough 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 [G] 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 in some damn fool wreck, they forget about you soon.
[Ab] But old Stroker A's was born to race and it's worth all the trying.
[G] Just to drink champagne in the victory lane and to hear that concrete whine.
[Ab] Stroker get your dander up, this ain't no [Eb] time to lag.
[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 [Bb] better stand on it Stroker, cause you're blowing off [Cm] their doors.
Blow their doors off Stroker.
Stand on it son.
Good looking devil you.
[C]
[D]
[Ab] [N]
[G] [Cm]
[Cm] Stroker Race was born to race, he had a mean streak two feet wide.
[Bb] A son of a gun with a taste for fun and more than his share of pride.
[Ab] Take a dirt road curve with a devil's nerve, make a car dance across the mud.
[G] And haul and shine was his regular line till 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 racing tide or a bar room fight, old Stroker stole the show.
[G] A backstretch blazer, a real hell razor and a racetrack Romeo.
[Ab] Mama lock your daughters up, that foul bunch is back [Eb] in town.
[Ab] And them little girls get frisky when they hear that race [Eb] car 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 on your [Gm] tail.
[Cm]
It's a downright joy for a country boy when he hears them engines moan.
[Bb] But you gotta hang tough 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 [G] 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 in some damn fool wreck, they forget about you soon.
[Ab] But old Stroker A's was born to race and it's worth all the trying.
[G] Just to drink champagne in the victory lane and to hear that concrete whine.
[Ab] Stroker get your dander up, this ain't no [Eb] time to lag.
[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 [Bb] better stand on it Stroker, cause you're blowing off [Cm] their doors.
Blow their doors off Stroker.
Stand on it son.
Good looking devil you.
[C]
[D]
[Ab] [N]
Key:
Ab
Cm
G
Bb
Eb
Ab
Cm
G
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
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[Cm] Stroker Race was born to race, he had a mean streak two feet wide.
[Bb] A son of a gun with a taste for fun and more than his share of pride.
[Ab] Take a dirt road curve with a devil's nerve, make a car dance across the mud.
[G] And haul and shine was his regular line till 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 racing tide or a bar room fight, old Stroker stole the show.
[G] A backstretch blazer, a real hell razor and a racetrack Romeo. _
[Ab] Mama lock your daughters up, that foul bunch is back [Eb] in town. _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] And them little girls get frisky when they hear that race [Eb] car 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 on your [Gm] tail.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ It's a downright joy for a country boy when he hears them engines moan.
[Bb] But you gotta hang tough 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 [G] 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 in some damn fool wreck, they forget about you soon.
[Ab] But old Stroker A's was born to race and it's worth all the trying.
[G] Just to drink champagne in the victory lane and to hear that concrete whine.
[Ab] Stroker get your dander up, this ain't no [Eb] time to lag. _ _ _ _
_ [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 [Bb] better stand on it Stroker, cause you're blowing off [Cm] their doors. _ _ _ _
Blow their doors off Stroker. _ _ _ _
Stand on it son. _ _ _ _
_ Good looking devil you. _ _
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
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[Cm] Stroker Race was born to race, he had a mean streak two feet wide.
[Bb] A son of a gun with a taste for fun and more than his share of pride.
[Ab] Take a dirt road curve with a devil's nerve, make a car dance across the mud.
[G] And haul and shine was his regular line till 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 racing tide or a bar room fight, old Stroker stole the show.
[G] A backstretch blazer, a real hell razor and a racetrack Romeo. _
[Ab] Mama lock your daughters up, that foul bunch is back [Eb] in town. _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] And them little girls get frisky when they hear that race [Eb] car 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 on your [Gm] tail.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ It's a downright joy for a country boy when he hears them engines moan.
[Bb] But you gotta hang tough 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 [G] 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 in some damn fool wreck, they forget about you soon.
[Ab] But old Stroker A's was born to race and it's worth all the trying.
[G] Just to drink champagne in the victory lane and to hear that concrete whine.
[Ab] Stroker get your dander up, this ain't no [Eb] time to lag. _ _ _ _
_ [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 [Bb] better stand on it Stroker, cause you're blowing off [Cm] their doors. _ _ _ _
Blow their doors off Stroker. _ _ _ _
Stand on it son. _ _ _ _
_ Good looking devil you. _ _
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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