Tom T. Hall - The HitchHiker текст песни

I dont know why it is every time I take a trip

Its 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, "im sorry, but Im awful wet."

I said, "where are you headed, kid? " and he said, "to louisville"

Said he had an uncle there who ran a store

Said his daddy died three weeks ago and they didnt own the place

And they said he couldnt live there anymore

He said his education was that he could read and write

He quit school the time his dad got hurt

Aint much goes on in prestonsburg, and he was seventeen

And he had to go some place to find some work

He talked about the girl whose father had a lot of money

He said hed send and get her if he could

His daddy taught him all there was about tobacco-farmin

And he said he played the banjer pretty good

We stopped to get a sandwich and the waitress brought a menu

And I noticed that he read the prices first

He ordered him a hot dog with a lot of table ketchup

And water seemed to satisfy his thirst

Well, it took awhile but I insisted that I pay the ticket

Excused myself and went out to the car

He came out, got in the car and handed me a quarter

And he said, "you left this layin on the bar."

I dropped him off in lexington and drove down to bowling green

And I thought, boy youll never make it without help

And then I got to thinkin about the days when I was younger

And I started out the same darn way myself

Well, I dont know why it is every time I take a trip

Its always raining somewhere down the line...