I know why it is every time I take a trip It's always somewhere down the line particular night was in Prestonsburg, Kentucky I stopped to a country boy a ride
I saw him running the car, he carried an old suitcase A cigarette was from his lips 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 there who ran a Said his daddy died weeks ago and they didn't own the place And said he couldn't live there anymore
He his education was that he could read and write He quit school the time his dad got much goes on in Prestonsburg, and he was seventeen And he had to go some place to find some
He about the girl whose father had a lot of money He he'd send 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 sandwich and the waitress brought a And I noticed he read the prices first He ordered him a hot dog a lot of table ketchup And water seemed to his thirst
Well, it took awhile but I 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 dropped him off in Lexington and drove down to bowling And I thought, boy you'll never it without help And then I got to thinkin' the days when I was younger And I started out the same way myself
Well, I know why it is every time I take a trip It's always raining somewhere the line