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, "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