| Driving south round midnight, man I must have been insane
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| Driving south round midnight in a howling hurricane
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| I stopped for an old man hitcher at a lonely old crossroad
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| He said, 'I'm going nowhere
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| And I’m only here to see if I can steal your soul'
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| 'I'm not tryin' to make you, I don’t want to touch your skin,
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| I know all there is to know about you and all your sins
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| Well, you ain’t too young or pretty and you sure as hell can’t sing
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| Any time you want to sell your soul
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| I’ve got a toll-free number you can ring'
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| Yeah, that’s what I thought he said anyway
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| 'I'm not tryin' to make you, I don’t want to touch your skin,
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| I know all there is to know about you and all your sins.
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| Well, you ain’t too young or pretty and you sure as hell can’t sing,
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| any time you want to sell your soul
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| I’ve got a toll-free number you can ring'
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| 'Oh-eight-oh-oh-treble-six-oh, yeah
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| Oh-eight-oh-oh-treble-six-oh, yeah'
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| I stopped for an old man hitcher at a lonely old crossroad,
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| he said, 'I'm going nowhere
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| And I’m only here to see if I can steal your soul' |