I'm not trying to make you
He said, "I'm going nowhere
Driving south 'round midnight
And you sure as hell can't sing
But I'm only here to see if I can steal your soul"
Well, you ain't too young or pretty
I'm only here to see if I can steal your soul"
I'm not trying to make you
Well, you ain't too young or pretty
Anytime you wanna sell your soul
I know all there is to know
I stopped for an old man hitcher
I know all there is to know
Anytime you wanna sell your soul
I stopped for an old man hitcher
I don't wanna touch your skin
At a lonely old crossroad
About you and all your sins
In a howling hurricane
I don't wanna touch your skin
I've got a toll free number you can ring
About you and all your sins
O eight OO triple six, oh yeah
And you sure as hell can't sing
He said, "I'm going nowhere
Go
Oh yea, that's what I wanna say you
At a lonely old crossroad
I've got a toll free number you can ring
O eight OO triple six, oh yeah
