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