The Road To Hell

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 quarter light and she bent down real slow

A fearful pressure paralyzed 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.