| Lyrics: | I don't know why it is every time I take a trip
It's always raining somewhere down the
line
This particular night was in Prestonsburg, Kentucky
I stopped to give a country boy a
ride
I saw him running toward the car, he carried an old suitcase
A cigarette was
dangling from his lips
He threw the suitcase in the back and as he got inside
He said, |