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 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      Yeah, that's what I thought he said anyway      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      0-8-0-0 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