I don't know why it is every time I a trip It's always somewhere down the line This particular was in Prestonsburg, Kentucky 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 the suitcase in the back 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 there who ran a store Said his daddy three weeks ago and they didn't own the place And they said he couldn't live there
He said his education was he could read and write He quit school the his dad got hurt Ain't much goes on in Prestonsburg, and he was And he had to go place to find some work
He about the girl whose father had a lot of money He said he'd send and get her if he His daddy taught him all there was tobacco-farmin' And he said he played the pretty good
We stopped to get a sandwich and the waitress brought a And I noticed that he read the first He ordered him a hot dog with a lot of table And water seemed to satisfy his
Well, it took awhile but I insisted that I pay the myself and went 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 dropped him off in Lexington and drove down to bowling And I thought, boy you'll never it without help And then I got to thinkin' about the when I was younger And I out the same darn way myself
Well, I know why it is every time I take a trip It's always raining somewhere the line