Hall Tom T: Hitchhiker

I don't know why it is every time I take a tripIt's always raining somewhere down the lineThis particular night it was in Prestonsburg KentuckyI stopped to give a country boy a rideI saw him running toward the car he carried an old suitcaseA cigarette was dangling from his lipsHe threw the suitcase in the back and as he got insideHe said I'm sorry but I'm awful wetI said where are you headed kid and he said to LouisvilleSaid he had an uncle there who ran the storeSaid his daddy died three weeks ago and they didn't own the placeAnd they said he couldn't live there anymoreHe said his education was that he could read and writeHe quit school the time his dad got hurtAin't much goes on in Prestonsburg and he was seventeenAnd he had to go some place to find some workHe talked about a girl whose father had a lotta moneyHe said he'd send and get her if he couldHis daddy taught him all there was about tobacco farmingAnd he said he played the banjo pretty goodWe stopped to get a sandwich and the waitress brought the menuAnd I noticed that he read the prices firstHe ordered him a hot dog with a lots of table ketchupAnd water seemed to satisfy his thirstWell it took awhile but I insisted that I'll pay the ticketExcused myself and went out to the carHe came out got in the car and he handed me a quarterAnd he said you left this layin' on the barI dropped him off in Lexington and drove down to Bowling GreenAnd I thought boy you'll never make without helpAnd then I got to thinking about the days when I was youngerAnd I started out the same darn way myself[ dobro ]Well I don't know why it is every time I take a tripIt's always raining somewhere down the line