Driving South Lyrics

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

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