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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I was out on the West Coast,
Em
tryin' to make a buck
And things didn't work out,
F
I was down on my luck
Got tired a- roamin' and bummin' around
G
So I started thumbin' back East,
C
toward my home town.
Verse 2
C
Made a lot of miles,
Em
the first two days
And I figured I'd be home in week,
F
if my luck held out this way
But, the third night I got stranded,
G
way out of town
C
At a cold, lonely crossroads,
G
C
rain was pourin' down.
Verse 3
C
I was hungry and freezin',
Em
done caught a chill
When the lights of a big semi
F
topped the hill
G
Lord, I sure was glad to hear
them air brakes come on
C
And I climbed in that cab,
Em
where I knew it'd be warm.
Verse 4
At the wheel sit a big man,
F
he weighed about two- ten
He stuck out his hand and
G
said with a grin
Em
"Big Joe's the name",
C
I told him mine
G
C
And he said: "The name of my
Em
rig is Phantom 309."
Verse 5
Em
I asked him why he called his
F
rig such a name
He said: "Son,
G
this old Mack can put 'em all to shame
Em
C
There ain't a driver, or a rig,
a- runnin' any line
Em
Ain't seen nothin' but taillights
from Phantom 309."
Verse 6
F
Well, we rode and talked
the better part of the night
G
When the lights of a truck stop came in sight
C
He said: "I'm sorry son,
this is as far as you go
'Cause, I gotta make a turn,
Em
just on up the road."
Verse 7
Em
Well, he tossed me a dime
F
as he pulled her in low
And said: "Have yourself
G
a cup on old Big Joe."
Em
C
When Joe and his rig roared
out in the night
Em
In nothin' flat,
Verse 8
he was clean out of sight.
F
Well, I went inside and ordered me a cup
G
Told the waiter Big Joe was
Em
C
settin' me up
Aw!, you coulda heard a pin drop,
Am
C
it got deathly quiet
And the waiter's face
Em
turned kinda white.
Verse 9
Em
Well, did I say something wrong?
F
I said with a halfway grin
He said: "Naw,
G
this happens every now and then
C
Ever' driver in here knows Big Joe
But son, let me tell you what
Em
happened about ten years ago.
Verse 10
F
At the crossroads tonight,
where you flagged him down
G
There was a bus load of kids,
comin' from town
C
And they were right in the middle,
when Big Joe topped the hill
It could have been slaughter,
Em
but he turned his wheel.
Verse 11
Em
F
Well, Joe lost control, went into a skid
G
And gave his life to save that bunch- a kids
C
An d there at that crossroads,
Em
was the end of the line
F
For Big Joe and phantom 309
Verse 12
G
But, every now and then,
some hiker'll come by
C
And like you, Big Joe'll give 'em a ride
G
C
Here, have another cup
and forget about the dime
Em
Keep it as a souvenir,
Outro 1
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