I don't know why it is every time I a trip always raining somewhere down the line This particular night was in Prestonsburg, I stopped to a country boy a ride
I saw him running toward the car, he carried an old A cigarette was 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 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 said his education was that he read and write He quit school the his dad got hurt 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 whose had a lot of money He he'd send and get her if he could His daddy taught him all there was tobacco-farmin' And he he played the banjer pretty good
We stopped to get a sandwich and the waitress brought a And I that he read the prices first He him a hot dog with a lot of table 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 out, got in the car and handed me a quarter And he said, you this layin' on the bar
I him off in Lexington and drove down to bowling green And I thought, boy never make it without help 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 raining somewhere down the line