I know why it is every time I take a trip It's always raining somewhere down the This particular night was in Prestonsburg, I stopped to a country boy a ride
I saw him running toward the car, he an old suitcase A cigarette was dangling his lips 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 who ran a store Said his died three weeks ago and they didn't own the place And they he couldn't live there anymore
He said his education was that he could read and He school the time his dad got hurt 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 whose 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 banjer good
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 a lot of table ketchup And water seemed to 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 this layin' on the bar
I dropped him off in Lexington and drove down to green And I thought, boy you'll never it without help And then I got to thinkin' about the when I was younger And I out the same darn way myself
Well, I don't why it is every time I take a trip It's always somewhere down the line