I don't know why it is every I take a trip It's always somewhere down the line This particular night was in Prestonsburg, I stopped to give a boy a ride
I saw him running toward the car, he 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 three weeks ago and they own the place And they said he couldn't there anymore
He said his education was 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 work
He about the girl whose father had a lot of money He said he'd send and get her if he His taught him all there was about tobacco-farmin' And he said he played the banjer pretty
We to get a sandwich and the waitress brought a menu And I that he read the prices first He ordered him a hot dog with a lot of table And water to satisfy his thirst
Well, it took awhile but I insisted that I pay the Excused myself and out to the car He came out, got in the car and me a quarter And he said, you this layin' on the bar
I dropped him off in Lexington and drove down to bowling And I thought, boy you'll never make it help And then I got to thinkin' the days when I was younger And I started out the darn way myself
Well, I don't know why it is time I take a trip always raining somewhere down the line