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Versuri Del Reeves – Phantom 309 lyrics

I was out on the West Coast, uh y’see, tryna make a buck
And things didn’t work out, I was kinda d-down on my luck
I just got tired of roamin’ and, uh, bummin’ around
So I started thumbin’ back East, t-toward my hometown

Made a lotta miles the first two days
And I figured I’d be home, I’d, I’d be home in week, if my luck held this way
But, the third night, I got stranded way outside of town
At a cold, lonely crossroads, and uh, the rain was a-pourin’ down

And I was hungry, and I was freezin’, and done caught a chill
When the lights of a big old semi topped the hill
Lord, I’s, I was sure glad to hear them airbrakes come on
And I climbed in that cab, I knew it’d be warm
At the wheel, uh, sat a big man, he weighed about two-ten, I’d say
Stuck out his hand and said with a grin
Uh, Big Joe’s the name, and I-I told him mine
He said, The name of my rig is Phantom 309

Well, I asked him, why, why he called his rig such a name
He said, Son, this ol’ Mack can put ‘em all to shame
There ain’t a driver, or a rig, r-runnin’ any line
That’s seen nothin’ but t-tail-lights from Phantom 309

Well, w-w-w-w-we rode and we talked the best part of the night
When the lights of a truck stop came, came into sight there
He said, I’m sorry son, but this is far as you go
‘Cause, I gotta, I g-, I’ve got to make another t-turn just up the road

But, he-he tossed me a dime, and, as, as he pulled her in low
And said, Have yourself a hot cup on, on ol’ Big Joe
When Joe and his big rig roared out into the night
W-why in nothin’ flat he was plumb outta sight

Well, I went inside and ordered me a cup
I-I told the waiter, Uh, looka here, Big Joe is settin’ me up
W-well, y-you coulda heard a pin drop, it got deathly quiet
And the w-, and the waiter’s face turned kinda white

I, did, did I say something wrong? I said with a h-halfway grin, uh
He said, Naw, this, this happens every now and then, uh
Every driver in here knows Big Joe
But son, let me tell you what happened about, uh, ten years ago

At the crossroads tonight, where, w-w-where y-you flagged him down
There was a busload of kids, a-comin’ into town
And they were r-right in the middle, uh, when Joe topped the hill
It could have been slaughter, but, y’know, Joe turned his wheels

Joe lost control, went into a s-skid, and
Gave his life to save that buncha kids
A-and there at that crossroads was the end, that was the end of the line
For Big Joe and Phantom 309

But every now and then, uh, s-s-some hiker w-will come by
And like you, Big Joe’ll give ‘em a dime
Here, here, here, here, h-have another cup and forget about that dime, uh
Keep it as a souvenir, from Big Joe and Phantom 309
J-j-j-just keep it now