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 you sure as hell can’t sing. Anytime 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 you sure as hell can’t sing. Anytime you want to sell your soul. I’ve got a toll free number you can ring.. 0 eight 00 triple 6 oh yeah. 0 eight 00 triple 6 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."