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Phantom 309

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Phantom 309

	  		
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I was out on the West Coast, tryin' to make a buck 
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And things didn't work out, I was down on my luck 
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Got tired a-roamin' and bummin' around 
C                       Em         F           G 
So I started thumbin' back East, toward my home town. 


C              Em       F         G 
Made a lot of miles, the first two days 
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And I figured I'd be home in week, if my luck held out this way 
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But, the third night I got stranded, way out of town 
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At a cold, lonely crossroads, rain was pourin' down. 


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I was hungry and freezin', done caught a chill 
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When the lights of a big semi topped the hill 
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Lord, I sure was glad to hear them air brakes come on 
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And I climbed in that cab, where I knew it'd be warm. 


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At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten 
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He stuck out his hand and said with a grin 
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"Big Joe's the name", I told him mine 
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And he said: "The name of my rig is Phantom 309." 

C                  Em         F           G 
I asked him why he called his rig such a name 
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He said: "Son, this old Mack can put 'em all to shame 
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There ain't a driver, or a rig, a-runnin' any line 
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Ain't seen nothin' but taillights from Phantom 309." 

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Well, we rode and talked the better part of the night 
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When the lights of a truck stop came in sight 
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He said: "I'm sorry son, this is as far as you go 
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'Cause, I gotta make a turn, just on up the road." 

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Well, he tossed me a dime as he pulled her in low 
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And said: "Have yourself a cup on old Big Joe." 
C                  Em         F          G 
When Joe and his rig roared out in the night 
C              Em         F           G 
In nothin' flat, he was clean out of sight. 

C                 Em        F        G 
Well, I went inside and ordered me a cup 
C              Em         F           G 
Told the waiter Big Joe was settin' me up 
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Aw!, you coulda heard a pin drop, it got deathly quiet 
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And the waiter's face turned kinda white. 

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Well, did I say something wrong? I said with a halfway grin 
C                  Em       F               G 
He said: "Naw, this happens every now and then 
C          Em         F        G 
Ever' driver in here knows Big Joe 
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But son, let me tell you what happened about ten years ago. 

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At the crossroads tonight, where you flagged him down 
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There was a bus load of kids, comin' from town 
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And they were right in the middle, when Big Joe topped the hill 
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It could have been slaughter, but he turned his wheel. 

C             Em         F          G 
Well, Joe lost control, went into a skid 
C                  Em       F            G 
And gave his life to save that bunch-a kids 
C                  Em         F               G 
And there at that crossroads, was the end of the line 
C      Em         F     G 
For Big Joe and phantom 309 

C                  Em         F               G 
But, every now and then, some hiker'll come by 
C              Em         F           G 
And like you, Big Joe'll give 'em a ride 
C                  Em         F               G 
Here, have another cup and forget about the dime 
C                  Em         F               G 
Keep it as a souvenir, from Big Joe and Phantom 309!" 
		  

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