I don't know why it is every time I take a It's always raining somewhere down the This particular night was in Prestonsburg, I to give a country boy a ride
I saw him running toward the car, he an old suitcase A cigarette was dangling his lips He threw the suitcase in the and as he got inside He said, "I'm sorry, but I'm wet"
I said, "Where are you headed, kid?" And he said, "To Louisville" Said he had an uncle who ran a store his daddy died three weeks ago and they didn't own the place And said he couldn't live there anymore
He his education was that he could read and write He quit school the his dad got hurt Ain't much on in Prestonsburg, and he was seventeen And he had to go some place to find some
He talked about the whose father had a lot of money He said he'd and get her if he could His taught him all there was about tobacco-farmin' And he said he played the banjer pretty
We stopped to get a and the waitress brought a menu And I noticed that he read the first He him a hot dog with a lot of table ketchup And water to satisfy his thirst
Well, it took but I insisted that I pay the ticket Excused myself and out to the car He came out, got in the car and handed me a And he said, you left layin' on the bar
I him off in Lexington and drove down to bowling green And I thought, boy you'll never make it help And then I got to thinkin' about the days I was younger And I started out the same darn way
Well, I don't know why it is every time I a trip It's raining somewhere down the line