Biography:
Christopher Anton Rea (born 4 March 1951) is an English rock and blues singer-songwriter and guitarist. Born and raised in Middlesbrough, he is of Italian and Irish descent. He is known for his distinctive, husky singing and slide guitar playing, with the Guinness Rockopedia describing him as a "gravel-voiced guitar stalwart". After learning to play the guitar relatively late, a short burst of local band activity led to his launching a solo career in 1978.
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Other songs:
- Driving Home For Christmas
- Fool If You Think It's Over
- Looking For The Summer
- Road To Hell
- 90 Blues
- Ace Of Hearts
- All Summer Long
- Auberge
- Blue Cafe
- Candles
- Come So Far Yet Still So Far To Go
- Curse Of The Traveller
- Daytona
- Fool
- Girl In A Sports Car
- Giverny
- Gods Great Banana Skin
- Gone Fishing
- Heaven
- I Can Hear Your Heartbeat
- I Dont Know What It Is But I Love It
- Im Still Holding On
- Josephine
- Julia
- Lets Dance
- Loves Strange Ways
- Midnight Blue
- Nothing Left Behind
- Nothing To Fear
- Nothings Happening By The Sea
- On The Beach
- Raincoat And A Rose
- Road To Hell Part 1
- Road To Hell Part 1 2
- September Blue
- Shamrock Diaries
- Sing A Song Of Love To Me
- Soft Top Hard Shoulder
- Stainsby Girls
- Steel River
- Summer Love
- Texas
- Thats What They Always Say
- The Chance Of Love
- Thinking Of You
- Touche D Amour
- When The Grey Skies Turn To Blue
- Who Do You Love
- Windy Town
- Winning
- Winter Song
- You Must Be Evil
- Your Warm And Tender Love
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Part 1:
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Stood still on a highway
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I saw a woman
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By the side of the road
With a face that I knew like my own
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Reflected in my window
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Well she walked up to my quarterlight
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And she bent down real slow
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A fearful pressure paralysed me
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In my shadow
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She said "Son, what are you doing here?
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My fear for you has turned me in my grave"
Am
I said "Mama, I come to the valley of the rich
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Myself to sell"
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She said "Son, this is the road to Hell"
Am
On your journey 'cross the wilderness
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From the desert to the well
Am E Am
You have strayed upon the motorway to Hell
Part 2
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Am
Well I'm standing by the river,
D
But the water doesn't flow.
F E
It boils with every poison -
Am
You can think of.
Am
And I'm underneath the street light,
Dm
The delighted of joy I know,
F E
Scared beyond belief,
Am
Way down in the shadows.
C
And the perverted fear of violence,
G
Chokes a smile on every face,
F E
A common sense is ringing, out the bells.
Am Dm
This ain't no technological breakdown,
F E Am
Oh-no, this is the road to hell.
C
And as the roads jam up with credit,
G
And there's nothing you can do,
F
It's all just bits of paper,
E
Flying a way from you.
Am
Oh look out world take a good look,
D
Look who's down there,
F (E) Am
You must learn this lesson fast, and learn it well.
Am D
This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway,
F E
Oh-no, this is the road,
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This is the road,
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This is the road ... to hell.
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Am
Stood still on a highway
E
I saw a woman
Am
By the side of the road
With a face that I knew like my own
E
Reflected in my window
Am
Well she walked up to my quarterlight
D
And she bent down real slow
Am E
A fearful pressure paralysed me
Am
In my shadow
E Am
She said "Son, what are you doing here?
E
My fear for you has turned me in my grave"
Am
I said "Mama, I come to the valley of the rich
D
Myself to sell"
Am E Am
She said "Son, this is the road to Hell"
Am
On your journey 'cross the wilderness
D
From the desert to the well
Am E Am
You have strayed upon the motorway to Hell
Part 2
==================================
Am
Well I'm standing by the river,
D
But the water doesn't flow.
F E
It boils with every poison -
Am
You can think of.
Am
And I'm underneath the street light,
Dm
The delighted of joy I know,
F E
Scared beyond belief,
Am
Way down in the shadows.
C
And the perverted fear of violence,
G
Chokes a smile on every face,
F E
A common sense is ringing, out the bells.
Am Dm
This ain't no technological breakdown,
F E Am
Oh-no, this is the road to hell.
C
And as the roads jam up with credit,
G
And there's nothing you can do,
F
It's all just bits of paper,
E
Flying a way from you.
Am
Oh look out world take a good look,
D
Look who's down there,
F (E) Am
You must learn this lesson fast, and learn it well.
Am D
This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway,
F E
Oh-no, this is the road,
E
This is the road,
E Am
This is the road ... to hell.
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