I don't know why it is every time I a trip It's always raining somewhere down the This particular night was in Prestonsburg, I stopped to give a country boy a
I saw him toward the car, he carried 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 there who ran a store Said his daddy died three weeks ago and they 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 time his dad got Ain't goes on in Prestonsburg, and he was seventeen And he had to go some place to find work
He talked the girl whose father had a lot of money He he'd send 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 sandwich and the waitress brought a And I noticed that he the prices first He ordered him a hot dog a lot of table ketchup And seemed to satisfy his thirst
Well, it took awhile but I insisted I pay the ticket myself and went out to the car He out, got in the car and handed me a quarter And he said, you this layin' on the bar
I dropped him off in and drove down to bowling green And I thought, boy you'll never it without help And I got to thinkin' about the days when I was younger And I started out the same darn way
Well, I don't know why it is every I take a trip It's always raining down the line