I don't know why it is every time I a trip It's always raining somewhere down the This particular was in Prestonsburg, Kentucky I stopped to give a boy a ride
I saw him running toward the car, he an old suitcase A cigarette was dangling 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 there who ran a store his daddy died three weeks ago and they didn't own the place And they said he couldn't live anymore
He said his education was that he could read and He quit school the his dad got hurt Ain't goes on in Prestonsburg, and he was seventeen 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 and get her if he could His daddy him all there was about tobacco-farmin' And he said he played the banjer 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 seemed to satisfy his thirst
Well, it awhile but I insisted that I pay the ticket Excused 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 down to bowling And I thought, boy you'll never it without help And then I got to thinkin' about the days when I was And I out the same darn way myself
Well, I don't why it is every time I take a trip It's always raining somewhere down the