Текст (слова) песни: Tara MacLean - The Hitch-hiker

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, "I`m sorry, but I`m 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 didn`t own the place
And they said he couldn`t live there anymore

He said his education was that he could read and write
He quit school the time his dad got hurt
Ain`t 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 he`d 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 you`ll 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 don`t know why it is every time I take a trip
It`s always raining somewhere down the line...

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