I don't know why it is every time I take a It's always raining down the line This night was in Prestonsburg, Kentucky I to give 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 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 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 time his dad got Ain't much goes on in Prestonsburg, and he was And he had to go place to find some work
He talked about the girl father had a lot of money He said he'd and get her if he could His daddy taught him all there was about And he said he the banjer pretty good
We stopped to get a sandwich and the waitress brought a And I that he read the prices first He ordered him a hot dog with a lot of ketchup And water seemed to his thirst
Well, it took but I insisted 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 left this on the bar
I dropped him off in Lexington and down to bowling green And I thought, boy you'll never it without help And then I got to about the days 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 somewhere down the line