Song Lyrics
When you see a man reading a highway map, on a dead-end road without a warning sign
While you re goin fifty in a thirty mile zone, cause if the lord had really wanted you to go that fast, just ease up and let him by
There s a sixty mile limit from a-coast to coast, take your foot off of the gas
When you hear that sirene begin to moan, cause if the lord had really wanted you to go that fast Husky, cause it might end up in a tie
Cause if the lord had really wanted you to go that fast, when you see a man reading a highway map, cause them hills and curves are graveyard bait
when you see a man reading a highway map
When you see a fellar comin where the highways cross, if another car passes and he wants to race
cause them hills and curves are graveyard bait
You better slow down brother, and a highway cop at every cedar post
cause if the lord had really wanted you to go that fast
While you re goin fifty in a thirty mile zone, while you re goin fifty in a thirty mile zone, you better slow down
cause it might end up in a tie
Making sixty-five with junior on his lap, you will soon be knockin on the golden gate Ferlin, brother you better slow down
on a dead-end road without a warning sign
cause them hills and curves are graveyard bait
on a dead-end road without a warning sign
cause that s how angels are born
there s a sixty mile limit from a-coast to coast
When you hear that sirene begin to moan, cause if the lord had really wanted you to go that fast
Take your foot off of the gas, brother you better slow down
You better slow down brother, while you re goin fifty in a thirty mile zone
Cause them hills and curves are graveyard bait, you better slow down brother
Brother you better slow down, don t you dare to try to beat him, while you re goin fifty in a thirty mile zone
When you got er wide open at ninety-nine, no use to lean on the horn
You better slow down brother, cause it might end up in a tie
And he s got his arm around his sweety s waiste, and he s got his arm around his sweety s waiste
Brother you better slow down, and he s got his arm around his sweety s waiste
cause that s how angels are born
If you race the other fellar to the under pass, when you see a fellar comin where the highways cross Slow, and a highway cop at every cedar post
take your foot off of the gas
Then it ain t no time to take a nap, if another car passes and he wants to race
just ease up and let him by
On a dead-end road without a warning sign, making sixty-five with junior on his lap, if another car passes and he wants to race
Cause that s how angels are born, when you hear that sirene begin to moan
You better slow down brother, no use to lean on the horn
If you re hittin on ninety and a-temptin fate, on a dead-end road without a warning sign Husky, just kiss yourself goodbye
No use to lean on the horn, while you re goin fifty in a thirty mile zone
just to show who s boss
and he s got his arm around his sweety s waiste
Then it ain t no time to take a nap, while you re goin fifty in a thirty mile zone, cause that s how angels are born
You better slow down brother, no use to lean on the horn, you better slow down brother
if you race the other fellar to the under pass
