Dm
Stood still on a highway
A7
I saw a woman
Dm
By the side of the road
With a face that I knew like my own
A7
Reflected in my window
Dm
Well she walked up to my quarterlight
Gm
And she bent down real slow
Dm A7
D fearful pressure paralysed me
Dm
In my shadow
A7 Dm
She said "Son, what are you doing here?
A7
My fear for you has turned me in my grave"
Dm
I said "Mama, I come to the valley of the rich
Gm
Myself to sell"
Dm A7 Dm A7
She said "Son, this is the road to Hell"
Dm
On your journey 'cross the wilderness
Gm
From the desert to the well
Dm A7 Dm
You have strayed upon the motorway to Hell
...into part 2...
Thanks.
Aimee