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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 Letras de canciones 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 From Letras Mania