Slow Down by Kevin Moore / John Lewis Parker recording of 1998
from Slow Down (OKeh/550/Epic/Sony 491613 9), copyright notice ( dead link)

When I was a young boy
Well they tried to tell me
That I was movin'
Movin' way too fast
And I knew everything
About everything
But I really didn't wanna listen
To a bunch of old folks talkin' trash

So I got out on the highway
Pedal to the floor
Smokin' and drinkin'
And a whole lot more
But when they came to collect me
Out of that jail
They said boy next time
You get no bail

(Chorus:)
You better slow down
You better slow down

Woke up one mornin'
Ooh to a hunger
I moaned
And I began to twitch
Felt the need
For some lovin'
A little sweet somebody
To scratch my itch
Momma said I don't mean to pry
But I'm here to advise you
Seeds like to grow
When you put 'em in fertilizer

(Chorus)

Doin' my own thing
I'm all grown up
Yes I am
Little bit older
But I feel like a young buck
I'm ridin' down the highway
In a brand new mini van
Wife and kids screamin'
Ooh God I'm a family man
I'm outta mind
LosinĀ“ control
I could leave tomorrow
But there ain't nowhere to go

(Chorus)