Standard (EADGBE)

Stood still on a highway

 I saw a woman

 By the side of the road

With a face that I knew like my own

 Reflected in my window

 Well she walked up to my quarterlight

 And she bent down real slow

 A fearful pressure paralysed me

 In my shadow

 She said "Son, what are you doing here?

 My fear for you has turned me in my grave"

 I said "Mama, I come to the valley of the rich

Myself to sell"

 She said "Son, this is the road to Hell"

 On your journey 'cross the wilderness

 From the desert to the well

 You have strayed upon the motorway to Hell

...into part 2...

Thanks.

Aimee