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Driving south round midnightMan I must have been insaneDriving south round midnightIn a howling hurricaneI stopped for an old man hitcher at a lonely old crossroadHe said I'm going nowhereAnd I'm only here to see if I can steal your soulI'm not tryin' to make youI don't want to touch your skinI know all there is to know about you and all your sinsWell, you ain't too young or prettyAnd you sure as hell can't singAny time you want to sell your soulI've got a toll-free number you can ring Yeah that's what I thought he said anyway I'm not tryin' to make youI don't want to touch your skinI know all there is to know about you and all your sinsWell you ain't too young or prettyAnd you sure as hell can't singAny time you want to sell your soulI've got a toll-free number you can ring O eight O O treble six oh yeahO eight O O treble six oh yeah I stopped for an old man hitcher at a lonely old crossroadHe said I'm going nowhereAnd I'm only here to see if I can steal your soulmore