Текст песни Driving South

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