I don't know why it is every time I a trip It's always raining somewhere down the particular night was in Prestonsburg, Kentucky I stopped to give a country boy a
I saw him running toward the car, he an old suitcase A cigarette was from his lips He threw the suitcase in the back and as he got 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 ago and they didn't own the place And they said he couldn't live anymore
He said his education was that he could and write He quit school the his dad got hurt Ain't goes on in Prestonsburg, and he was seventeen And he had to go some to find some work
He talked about the girl whose had a lot of money He said he'd send and get her if he His daddy taught him all was about tobacco-farmin' And he he played the banjer pretty good
We to get a sandwich and the waitress brought a menu And I noticed that he read the prices He him a hot dog with a lot of table ketchup And seemed to satisfy his thirst
Well, it took awhile but I insisted I pay the ticket Excused 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 Lexington and drove down to bowling And I thought, boy you'll make it without help And then I got to thinkin' about the when I was younger And I started out the darn way myself
Well, I don't know why it is time I take a trip It's always raining down the line