Biography:
Ferlin Husky (born December 3, 1925 in Flat River, Missouri. Died March 17, 2011 in Westmoreland, Tennessee) was an American singer who had become well-known as a country-pop chart-topper under various names, including Terry Preston and Simon Crum. In the 1950s and 60s, Husky had several hits, including "Gone" and "Wings of a Dove", both number ones on the country charts.
As a member of the United States Merchant Marine, Husky entertained the troops on his ship in World War 2.
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- A Pretty Woman Is A Deadly Weapon
- Christmas Don't Seem Like Christmas Anymore
- Christmas Dream
- Christmas Is Holy
- An Old Memory Got In My Eye
- Blues Aint Nothing
- Dragging The River
- Gone
- I Almost Lost My Mind
- I Lost My Love Today
- I Wish It Could Be Christmas All Year
- My Hometown
- My Reason For Living
- Slow Down Brother
- Snow White Dove
- Take A Look At This Broken Heart Of Mine
- That Big Old Moon
- The Way It Was
- Truck Drivers Blues
- Truck Driving Son Of A Gun
- Willow Tree
- Wings Of A Dove
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There's a sixty mile limit from a-coast to coast
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And a highway cop at every cedar post
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You better slow down brother slow down
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Take your foot off of the gas
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When you hear that siren begin to moan
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While you're goin' fifty in a thirty mile zone
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You better slow down brother slow down
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And don't give the man any sass
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If you race the other feller to the under pass
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Just kiss yourself goodbye
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Cause if the lord had really wanted you to go that fast
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He'd a-give you wings to fly
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When you see a man reading a highway map
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Making sixty-five with junior on his lap
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Then it ain't no time to take a nap
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Brother you better slow down
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If another car passes and he wants to race
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When you got 'er wide open at ninety-nine
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On a dead-end road without a warning sign
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You better slow down brother slow down
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Cause that's how angels are born
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When you see a fellar comin' where the highways cross
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Just ease up and let him by
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Don't you dare to try to beat him just to show who's boss
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If you're hittin' on ninety and a-temptin' fate
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You will soon be knockin' on the golden gate
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Cause them hills and curves are graveyard bait
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Brother you better slow down
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There's a sixty mile limit from a-coast to coast
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And a highway cop at every cedar post
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You better slow down brother slow down
G7
Take your foot off of the gas
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When you hear that siren begin to moan
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While you're goin' fifty in a thirty mile zone
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You better slow down brother slow down
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And don't give the man any sass
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If you race the other feller to the under pass
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Just kiss yourself goodbye
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Cause if the lord had really wanted you to go that fast
G7
He'd a-give you wings to fly
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When you see a man reading a highway map
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Making sixty-five with junior on his lap
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Then it ain't no time to take a nap
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Brother you better slow down
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If another car passes and he wants to race
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And he's got his arm around his sweetie's waist
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You better slow down brother slow down
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No use to lean on the horn
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When you got 'er wide open at ninety-nine
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On a dead-end road without a warning sign
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You better slow down brother slow down
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Cause that's how angels are born
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When you see a fellar comin' where the highways cross
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Just ease up and let him by
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Don't you dare to try to beat him just to show who's boss
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Cause it might end up in a tie
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If you're hittin' on ninety and a-temptin' fate
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You will soon be knockin' on the golden gate
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Cause them hills and curves are graveyard bait
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Brother you better slow down
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Brother you better slow down
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