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Charlie Daniels Band - Stroker's Theme - текст песни, видео

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Charlie Daniels Band - Stroker's Theme - текст песни, видео

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Новый альбом группы 'Черный Кузнец' по культовому сериалу 'Сверхъестественное'!
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 a cross the mud. 
Hauling shine was his regular line 'til the 
track got in his blood. 

Was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot but, 
man that fool could drive. 'Cause he loved the
feel of the steering wheel and the girls with the
bed-room eyes. And in a racing tide or a bar 
room fight old Stroker stole the show. A back
stretch blazer, a real hell raiser and a race 
track Romeo. 

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 flag,
somebody's brakes have failed 
There's an oilslick on the inside
and a wreck along the rail 
You better stand on it, Stroker,
cause a bandit's on your tail. 

It's a downright joy for a country boy 
When he hears them engines moan 
But you gotta hang 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 ya up against the wall 
And you always know when an engine blows 
That 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 d---- fool's wreck they'd forget about you soon 
But old Stroker Ace was born to race
and it's worth all the trying 
Just to drink champagne in the Victory Lane
and to hear that concrete whine 

Stroker get your dander up
this ain't no time to lag 
You've got to make a lap up
if you want to 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. 

Blow their doors off, Stroker. Stand on it, Son. Ah, you good lookin' devil, you.
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