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