I don't know why it is time I take a trip It's always raining down the line This particular was in Prestonsburg, Kentucky I stopped to give a country boy a
I saw him toward the car, he carried an old suitcase A was dangling from 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 there who ran a store Said his daddy died weeks ago and they didn't own the place And they he couldn't live there anymore
He said his education was that he could read and He school the time his dad got hurt Ain't much goes on in Prestonsburg, and he was And he had to go some place to find work
He talked the girl whose father had a lot of money He said he'd send and get her if he His daddy taught him all was about tobacco-farmin' And he said he played the banjer 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 water to satisfy his thirst
Well, it awhile but I insisted that I pay the ticket myself 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 him off in Lexington and drove down to bowling green And I thought, boy you'll never make it without And then I got to about the days when I was younger And I out the same darn way myself
Well, I don't know why it is every time I a trip It's always somewhere down the line