Key: C major
Verse 1
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I was out on the west coast
trying to make a buck,
Well, I got tired of bumming
and roaming around,
I made pretty good time
Figured I'd be home in a week or so
But on the third night,
At a cold, crossroads
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The rain was pouring down
Well, I was tired and hungry
When I saw the lights
Oh, I was sure glad to hear
And I climbed up into the cab
I guess he weighed about 210
and said to the grin,
And I told him mine,
and he said the name of my rig's
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Phantom 309
Well I asked him how he would come
He said son, this old Mack
There's not a rig or a driver
a -runnin' any line
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of the Phantom 309
Well, we rode and talked
And directly the lights of a truck stop
He said, I'm sorry, son,
but this is as far as you go
just a little further down the road
as he pulled her in the load
go ahead and have yourself a hot cup
Well, I stood and watched
as he pulled off into the night.
Told the waiter, Big Joe,
All the place got a deathly quiet.
turned sort of a ghostly white.
I asked with a halfway grin.
And he said, no,
but let me tell you what happened
Back there at that same crossroads
there was a busload of kids
returning from town.
when Joe topped the hill,
and it would have been a slaughter,
They lost control and went into a skid,
bunch of kids.
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for Big Joe and Phantom 309.
But every now and then,
and just like you,
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Big Joe will give them a ride.
So here, have another cup.
Keep it as a souvenir
of Big Joe
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and the Phantom 309.
you
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