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CThere's a sixty mile limit from a-coast to coast CAnd a highway cop at every cedar post
You better Fslow down brother slow down G7Take your foot off of the gas
CWhen you hear that siren begin to moan CWhile you're goin' fifty in a thirty mile zone
You better Fslow down brother slow down G7And don't give the man any Csass
If you Frace the other feller to the under pass CJust kiss yourself goodbye
FCause if the lord had really wanted you to go that fast G7He'd a-give you wings to fly
CWhen you see a man reading a highway map CMaking sixty-five with junior on his lap
Then it Fain't no time to take a nap G7Brother you better slow Cdown
CIf another car passes and he wants to race CAnd he's got his arm around his sweetie's waist
You better Fslow down brother slow down G7No use to lean on the horn
CWhen you got 'er wide open at ninety-nine COn a dead-end road without a warning sign
You better Fslow down brother slow down G7Cause that's how angels are Cborn
When you Fsee a fellar comin' where the highways cross CJust ease up and let him by
Don't you Fdare to try to beat him just to show who's boss G7Cause it might end up in a tie
CIf you're hittin' on ninety and a-temptin' fate CYou will soon be knockin' on the golden gate
Cause them Fhills and curves are graveyard bait G7Brother you better slow Cdown
G7Brother you better slow Cdown