I don't know why it is every time I take a It's always raining somewhere the line This particular night was in Prestonsburg, I stopped to a country boy a ride
I saw him running toward the car, he an old suitcase A was dangling from his lips He threw the 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 on in Prestonsburg, and he was seventeen And he had to go some place to some work
He talked about the whose father had a lot of money He said he'd and get her if he could His daddy him all there 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 noticed that he the prices first He ordered him a hot dog a lot of table ketchup And water seemed to his thirst
Well, it took awhile but I insisted that I pay the 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 Lexington and drove down to green And I thought, boy you'll make 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 time I a trip It's always somewhere down the line