I don't know why it is every I take a trip always raining somewhere down the line This particular was in Prestonsburg, Kentucky I stopped to give a boy a ride
I saw him running the car, he carried an old suitcase A was dangling 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 uncle who ran a store Said his daddy died three weeks ago and didn't own the place And they said he couldn't live there
He said his was that he could read and write He quit the time his dad got hurt Ain't much on in Prestonsburg, and he was seventeen And he had to go place to find some work
He talked about the girl whose father had a lot of He said he'd and get her if he could His daddy taught him all was about tobacco-farmin' And he said he played the pretty good
We stopped to get a and the waitress brought a menu And I that he read the prices first He ordered him a hot dog with a lot of table And seemed 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 me a quarter And he said, you this layin' on the bar
I dropped him off in Lexington and drove down to green 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 same darn way
Well, I don't know why it is every time I take a It's always raining down the line