Am
Stood still on a highway
        E7
I saw a woman
                    Am
By the side of the road
With a face that I knew like my own
                 E7
Reflected in my window
          Am
Well she walked up to my quarterlight
        Dm
And she bent down real slow
          Am        E7
A fearful pressure paralysed me
      Am
In my shadow
                           E7     Am
She said "Son, what are you doing here?
                                      E7
My fear for you has turned me in my grave"
        Am
I said "Mama, I come to the valley of the rich
Dm
Myself to sell"
          Am                E7     Am            E7
She said "Son, this is the road to Hell"
         Am
On your journey 'cross the wilderness
          Dm
From the desert to the well
          Am                    E7                Am
You have strayed upon the motorway to Hell