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