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