I don't know why it is every I take a trip It's always somewhere down the line particular night was in Prestonsburg, Kentucky I stopped to give a boy a ride
I saw him running toward the car, he carried an old A cigarette was dangling from his He threw the suitcase in the 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 he couldn't live there anymore
He said his was that he could read and write He quit school the time his dad got Ain't much on in Prestonsburg, and he was seventeen And he had to go some place to some work
He talked about the girl father had a lot of money He said he'd send and get her if he His daddy taught him all there was about And he said he played the banjer good
We stopped to get a and the waitress brought a menu And I noticed that he the prices first He ordered him a hot dog with a lot of table And water seemed to satisfy his
Well, it awhile but I insisted that I pay the ticket myself and went out to the car He came out, got in the car and handed me a And he said, you left this on the bar
I dropped him off in Lexington and drove to bowling green And I thought, boy you'll never make it help And then I got to thinkin' about the days I was younger And I out the same darn way myself
Well, I don't know why it is time I take a trip It's always raining down the line