I don't know why it is every time I take a It's always raining down the line particular night was in Prestonsburg, Kentucky I stopped to give a boy a ride
I saw him running the car, he carried 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 uncle who ran a store Said his daddy died three weeks ago and they didn't own the And they he couldn't live there anymore
He his education was that he could read and write He school the time his dad got hurt much goes 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 taught 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 that he read the prices first He him a hot dog with a lot of table ketchup And water to satisfy his thirst
Well, it took awhile but I insisted 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 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 thinkin' about the days I was younger And I started out the same way myself
Well, I don't why it is every time I take a trip always raining somewhere down the line