I WAS OUT ON THE WEST COAST TRYIN' TO MAKE A BUCK
THINGS DIDN'T WORK OUT, I WAS DOWN ON MY LUCK

GOT TIRED OF ROAMIN' AND b__MIN' AROUND

SO I STARTED THUMBING BACK EAST TOWARD MY HOME TOWN.

MADE A LOT OF MILES THE FIRST TWO DAYS

I FIGURED I'D BE HOME IN A WEEK,

IF MY LUCK HELD THIS WAY.

BUT THE THIRD NIGHT I GOT STRANDED WAY OUT OF TOWN

AT A COLD LONELY CROSSROAD,

RAIN WAS POURING DOWN.

I WAS HUNGRY AND FREEZIN',

DONE CAUGHT A CHILL

WHEN THE LIGHTS OF A BIG RIG SEMI TOPPED THE HILL

LORD, I WAS SURE GLAD

TO HEAR THEM AIR BRAKES COME ON

AND I CLIMBED IN THAT CAB

WHERE I KNEW IT WOULD BE WARM.

AT THE WHEEL SAT A BIG MAN,

HE WEIGHED 'BOUT TWO TEN

HE STUCK OUT HIS HAND AND SAID WITH A GRIN,

'BIG JOE'S THE NAME',

I TOLD HIM MINE

HE SAID, 'THE NAME OF MY RIG'S PHANTOM 309'.

I ASKED HIM WHY HE CALLED HIS RIG SUCH A NAME

HE SAID, 'SON, THIS OLD MACK CAN PUT 'EM ALL TO SHAME,

THERE AIN'T A DRIVER OR A RIG RUNNIN' ANY LINE

THAT'S SEEN NOTHIN' BUT TAIL LIGHTS FROM PHANTOM 309'.

WE RODE AND TALKED THE BEST PART OF THE NIGHT

WHEN THE LIGHTS OF A TRUCK STOP CAME IN SIGHT

HE SAID, 'I'M SORRY, SON,

THIS IS FAR AS YOU GO

'CAUSE I GOTTA MAKE ANOTHER TURN JUST UP THE ROAD'.

HE TOSSED ME A DIME AS HE PULLED HER IN LOW

AND SAID, 'HAVE YOURSELF A HOT CUP ON OLD BIG JOE'.

WHEN JOE AND HIS RIG ROARED OUT IN THE NIGHT

IN NOTHIN' FLAT HE WAS CLEAN OUT OF SIGHT.

I WENT INSIDE AND ORDERED ME A CUP

TOLD THE WAITER BIG JOE WAS SETTIN' ME UP

YOU COULDA HEARD A PIN DROP

IT GOT DEATHLY QUIET

AND THE WAITER'S FACE TURNED KINDA WHITE.

'DID I SAY SOMETHIN' WRONG?', I SAID WITH A HALF WAY GRIN

HE SAID, 'NO, THIS HAPPENS EVERY NOW AND THEN

EVERY DRIVER IN HERE KNOWS BIG JOE

BUT, SON, LET ME TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED

'BOUT TEN YEARS AGO.

AT THE CROSSROADS TONIGHT WHERE YOU FLAGGED HIM DOWN

THERE WAS A BUS LOAD OF KIDS ACOMING FROM TOWN

THEY WERE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE

WHEN JOE TOPPED THE HILL

IT COULD HAVE BEEN SLAUGHTER

BUT HE TURNED HIS WHEELS.

JOE LOST CONTROL, WENT INTO A SKID

GAVE HIS OWN LIFE TO SAVE THAT BUNCH OF KIDS

AND THERE AT THAT CROSSROADS

WAS THE END OF THE LINE

FOR BIG JOE AND PHANTOM 309.

BUT EVERY NOW AND THEN, SOME HIKER'LL COME BY

AND LIKE YOU, BIG JOE'LL GIVE 'EM A RIDE

HERE, HAVE ANOTHER CUP AND FORGET ABOUT THE DIME

KEEP IT AS A SOUVENIR FROM BIG JOE AND PHANTOM 309

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