Driving south 'round midnight
Man, I must have been insane
Driving south 'round midnight
In a howling hurricaine

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 soul

I'm not trying to make you
I don't wanna 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 wanna 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 trying to make you
I don't wanna 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 wanna sell your soul
I've got a toll-free number you can ring

0-8-0-0 treble-six, oh yeah
0-8-0-0 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 soul

Good Golly