I know why it is every time I take a trip It's always raining down the line This particular was in Prestonsburg, Kentucky I stopped to give a country boy a
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 Said his daddy died three weeks ago and didn't own the place And they he couldn't live there anymore
He said his education was that he read and write He quit school the time his dad got Ain't much goes on in Prestonsburg, and he was And he had to go place to find some work
He talked the girl whose father had a lot of money He said send and get her if he could His daddy taught him all was about tobacco-farmin' And he said he the banjer pretty good
We stopped to get a sandwich and the waitress brought a And I noticed that he read the first He him a hot dog with a lot of table ketchup And water to satisfy his thirst
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 me a quarter And he said, you left this on the bar
I dropped him off in and drove down to bowling green And I thought, boy you'll never make it without And then I got to about the days when I was younger And I out the same darn way myself
Well, I know why it is every time I take a trip It's raining somewhere down the line