I know why it is every time I take a trip It's always somewhere down the line This 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 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 died weeks ago and they didn't own the place And they said he couldn't live anymore
He his education was that he could read and write He school the time his dad got hurt Ain't much on in Prestonsburg, and he was seventeen And he had to go some to find 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 taught him all there was about And he said he played the banjer pretty
We stopped to get a sandwich and the waitress brought a And I noticed that he the prices first He him a hot dog with a lot of table 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 came out, got in the car and me a quarter And he said, you left layin' on the bar
I dropped him off in Lexington and drove to bowling green And I thought, boy never make it without help And then I got to thinkin' about the days 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 somewhere down the line