I don't know why it is every time I a trip It's raining somewhere down the line particular night was in Prestonsburg, Kentucky I stopped to give a boy a ride
I saw him toward the car, he carried an old suitcase A cigarette was dangling from his He the suitcase 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 uncle who ran a store Said his died three weeks ago and they didn't own the place And they he couldn't live there anymore
He said his education was he could read and write He quit school the time his dad got Ain't goes on in Prestonsburg, and he was seventeen And he had to go place 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 daddy taught him all there was about And he said he played the banjer good
We stopped to get a sandwich and the brought a menu And I noticed that he read the prices He ordered him a hot dog with a lot of table And water to satisfy his thirst
Well, it took awhile but I insisted that I pay the Excused and went out to the car He out, got in the car and handed me a quarter And he said, you left this on the bar
I dropped him off in Lexington and drove to bowling green And I thought, boy you'll never make it without And I got to thinkin' about the days when I was younger And I out the same darn way myself
Well, I don't why it is every time I take a trip It's always raining down the line