Slow Down Brother

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 siren 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 feller 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 sweetie's waist 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