Driving south 'round midnight

Man I must have been insane

Driving south 'round midnight

In a howling hurricane



I stopped for an old man hitcher

At a lonely old crossroad

He said, "I'm going nowhere

But I'm only here to see if I can steal your soul"



I'm not trying to make you

I don't wanna touch your skin

I know all there is to know

About you and all your sins



Well, you ain't too young or pretty

And you sure as hell can't sing

Anytime you wanna sell your soul

I've got a toll free number you can ring

Oh yea, that's what I wanna say you

Go



I'm not trying to make you

I don't wanna touch your skin

I know all there is to know

About you and all your sins



Well, you ain't too young or pretty

And you sure as hell can't sing

Anytime you wanna sell your soul

I've got a toll free number you can ring



O eight OO triple six, oh yeah

O eight OO triple six, oh yeah



I stopped for an old man hitcher

At a lonely old crossroad

He said, "I'm going nowhere

I'm only here to see if I can steal your soul"

Go