Driving South

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, Im going nowhere
And Im only here to see if I can steal your soul
Im not tryin to make you, I dont want to touch your skin,
I know all there is to know about you and all your sins
Well, you aint too young or pretty and you sure as hell cant sing
Any time you want to sell your soul
Ive got a toll-free number you can ring
Yeah, thats what I thought he said anyway
Im not tryin to make you, I dont want to touch your skin,
I know all there is to know about you and all your sins.
Well, you aint too young or pretty and you sure as hell cant sing,
Any time you want to sell your soul
Ive got a toll-free number you can ring
Oh-eight-oh-oh-triple-six-oh, yeah
Oh- eight-oh-oh-triple-six-oh, yeah
I stopped for an old man hitcher at a lonely old crossroad,
He said, Im going nowhere
And Im only here to see if I can steal your soul