Ian Brown - Driving South lyrics

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 And I'm only here to see if I can steal your soul' 'I'm not tryin' 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 Any time 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 tryin' 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 Any time you want to sell your soul I've got a toll-free number you can ring' 'Oh-eight-oh-oh-triple-six-oh, yeah Oh-eight-oh-oh-triple-six-oh, yeah' I stopped for an old man hitcher at a lonely old crossroad He said, 'I'm going nowhere And I'm only here to see if I can steal your soul'