I don't know why it is every I take a trip It's raining somewhere down the line particular night was in Prestonsburg, Kentucky I stopped to a country boy a ride
I saw him running toward the car, he carried an old 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 there who ran a Said his daddy died three weeks ago and didn't own the place And said he couldn't live there anymore
He said his education was that he could read and He quit school the time his dad got Ain't much goes on in Prestonsburg, and he was And he had to go some to find some work
He about 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 the banjer pretty good
We stopped to get a sandwich and the brought a menu And I noticed he read the prices first He ordered him a hot dog with a lot of ketchup And seemed to satisfy his thirst
Well, it took awhile but I that I pay the ticket myself and went out to the car He came out, got in the car and handed me a And he said, you this layin' on the bar
I him off in Lexington and drove down to bowling green And I thought, boy you'll never it without help And then I got to thinkin' about the days I was younger And I started out the darn way myself
Well, I don't know why it is every I take a trip It's always raining somewhere the line