Em
Stood still on a highway
B7
I saw a woman
Em
By the side of the road
With a face that I knew like my own
B7
Reflected in my window
Em
Well she walked up to my quarterlight
Am
And she bent down real slow
Em B7
E fearful pressure paralysed me
Em
In my shadow
B7 Em
She said "Son, what are you doing here?
B7
My fear for you has turned me in my grave"
Em
I said "Mama, I come to the valley of the rich
Am
Myself to sell"
Em B7 Em B7
She said "Son, this is the road to Hell"
Em
On your journey 'cross the wilderness
Am
From the desert to the well
Em B7 Em
You have strayed upon the motorway to Hell
...into part 2...
Thanks.
Aimee