Slow Down, Brother - Ferlin Husky

There’s a sixty mile limit from a-coast to coast

And a highway cop at every cedar post

You better slow down brother, slow down

Take your foot off of the gas

When you hear that sirene begin to moan

While you’re goin' fifty in a thirty mile zone

You better slow down brother, slow down

And don’t give the man any sass

If you race the other fellar to the under pass

Just kiss yourself goodbye

'Cause if the Lord had really wanted you to go that fast

He’d a-give you wings to fly

When you see a man reading a highway map

Making sixty-five with junior on his lap

Then it ain’t no time to take a nap

Brother, you better slow down

If another car passes and he wants to race

And he’s got his arm around his sweety’s waiste

You better slow down brother, slow down

No use to lean on the horn

When you got 'er wide open at ninety-nine

On a dead-end road without a warning sign

You better slow down brother, slow down

'Cause that’s how angels are born

When you see a fellar comin' where the highways cross

Just ease up and let him by

Don’t you dare to try to beat him

Just to show who’s boss

'Cause it might end up in a tie

If you’re hittin' on ninety and a-temptin' fate

You will soon be knockin' on the golden gate

'Cause them hills and curves are graveyard bait

Brother you better slow down

Brother you better slow down