The Road to Hell, Pt. 1 & 2

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.