Bm
Stood still on a highway
F#7
I saw a woman
Bm
By the side of the road
With a face that I knew like my own
F#7
Reflected in my window
Bm
Well she walked up to my quarterlight
Em
And she bent down real slow
Bm F#7
B fearful pressure paralysed me
Bm
In my shadow
F#7 Bm
She said "Son, what are you doing here?
F#7
My fear for you has turned me in my grave"
Bm
I said "Mama, I come to the valley of the rich
Em
Myself to sell"
Bm F#7 Bm F#7
She said "Son, this is the road to Hell"
Bm
On your journey 'cross the wilderness
Em
From the desert to the well
Bm F#7 Bm
You have strayed upon the motorway to Hell
...into part 2...
Thanks.
Aimee