Lyric 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
And I m only here to see if I can steal your soul

I m not tryin to make you
I don t want to 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
Any time you want to sell your soul
I ve got a toll-free number you can ring

Yeah that s what I thought he said anyway

I m not tryin to make you
I don t want to 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
Any time you want to sell your soul
I ve got a toll-free number you can ring

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I stopped for an old man hitcher at a lonely old crossroad
He said I m going nowhere
And I m only here to see if I can steal your soul