The Road To Hell (part I.)
Stood still on a highwayI saw a womanBy the side of the roadWith a face that I knew like my ownReflected in my windowWell she walked up to my quarterlightAnd she bent down real slowA fearful pressure paralysed meIn my shadowShe said son what are you doing hereMy fear for you has turned me in my graveI said Mama I come to the valley of the richMyself to sellShe said son this is the road to hell
On your journey 'cross the wildernessFrom the desert to the wellYou have strayed upon the motorway to hell