SLOW DOWN BROTHER
(Fred Rose - Hy Heath)
 

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
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