The Road To Hell - Chris Rea
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 shadows.
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.
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