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

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

"I'm not trying 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 yer sure as hell can't sing

Any time you want to sell your soul

I've got a toll-free number you can ring"

"I'm not trying 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 yer sure as hell can't sing

Any time you want to sell your soul

I've got a toll-free number you can ring"

0 800 treble six, oh yeah

I stopped for an old man hitcher at a lonely old crossroads

He said "I'm going nowhere

I'm only here to see if I can steal your sou