Chords for The Charlie Daniels Band - Stroker's Theme - Official Video
Tempo:
123.85 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Cm
Bb
Eb
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Cm]
[G] [Cm]
Stoker Rays 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, make a car dance across the [G] mud.
And haul and shine was his regular line until the track got in his blood.
[Cm] It was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot, but man that dude 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 Stoker stole the show.
[G] A backstretch blazer, a real hell razor and a racetrack Romeo.
[Ab]
Mama lock your daughters up that file bunch 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 better [Bb] stand on it Stoker cause a bandit's [Gm] on your 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 blows that a man can't will them all.
[Cm] You can push that car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon.
And [Bb] if you break your neck in some damn fool wreck they forget about you soon.
[Ab] But old Stoker Ace was born to race and it's worth all the trying.
[G] Just a drink of champagne in the victory lane and to hear that concrete [Ab] whine.
Stoker get your dander up this ain't no [Eb] time to lie.
[Ab] You got to make the 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 Stoker cause you're blowing off [Cm] their doors.
Blow the doors off Stoker.
Stand on it Stoker.
[G] [Cm]
Stoker Rays 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, make a car dance across the [G] mud.
And haul and shine was his regular line until the track got in his blood.
[Cm] It was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot, but man that dude 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 Stoker stole the show.
[G] A backstretch blazer, a real hell razor and a racetrack Romeo.
[Ab]
Mama lock your daughters up that file bunch 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 better [Bb] stand on it Stoker cause a bandit's [Gm] on your 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 blows that a man can't will them all.
[Cm] You can push that car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon.
And [Bb] if you break your neck in some damn fool wreck they forget about you soon.
[Ab] But old Stoker Ace was born to race and it's worth all the trying.
[G] Just a drink of champagne in the victory lane and to hear that concrete [Ab] whine.
Stoker get your dander up this ain't no [Eb] time to lie.
[Ab] You got to make the 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 Stoker cause you're blowing off [Cm] their doors.
Blow the doors off Stoker.
Stand on it Stoker.
100% ➙ 124BPM
Ab
Cm
Bb
Eb
G
Ab
Cm
Bb
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Stoker Rays 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, make a car dance across the [G] mud.
And haul and shine was his regular line until the track got in his blood.
[Cm] It was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot, but man that dude 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 Stoker stole the show.
[G] A backstretch blazer, a real hell razor and a racetrack Romeo.
_ [Ab]
Mama lock your daughters up that file bunch 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 better [Bb] stand on it Stoker cause a bandit's [Gm] on your 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 blows that a man can't will them all.
[Cm] You can push that car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon.
And [Bb] if you break your neck in some damn fool wreck they forget about you soon.
[Ab] But old Stoker Ace was born to race and it's worth all the trying.
[G] Just a drink of champagne in the victory lane and to hear that concrete [Ab] whine.
Stoker get your dander up this ain't no [Eb] time to lie.
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] You got to make the 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 Stoker cause you're blowing off [Cm] their doors.
_ _ _ Blow the doors off Stoker.
_ _ _ _ _ Stand on it Stoker. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
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Stoker Rays 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, make a car dance across the [G] mud.
And haul and shine was his regular line until the track got in his blood.
[Cm] It was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot, but man that dude 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 Stoker stole the show.
[G] A backstretch blazer, a real hell razor and a racetrack Romeo.
_ [Ab]
Mama lock your daughters up that file bunch 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 better [Bb] stand on it Stoker cause a bandit's [Gm] on your 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 blows that a man can't will them all.
[Cm] You can push that car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon.
And [Bb] if you break your neck in some damn fool wreck they forget about you soon.
[Ab] But old Stoker Ace was born to race and it's worth all the trying.
[G] Just a drink of champagne in the victory lane and to hear that concrete [Ab] whine.
Stoker get your dander up this ain't no [Eb] time to lie.
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] You got to make the 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 Stoker cause you're blowing off [Cm] their doors.
_ _ _ Blow the doors off Stoker.
_ _ _ _ _ Stand on it Stoker. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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