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 upto my quarter light and she bend down real show
A fearful pressure paraylsed me and my shadow
She said : son , what are you doing here ?
My fear for you has turned me into grave
I said : mama I come to the valley of the rich, myself to sellI come to the valley of the rich, myself to sell
She said: Son, this is the road to hell
She said: Son, this is the road to hell
