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Phantom 309

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Phantom 309
Sovine Red
Repeat: C/Em/F/G/ - C/Em/F/G/C 

C                  Em         F               G
I was out on the West Coast, tryin' to make a buck
C                  Em         F               G
And things didn't work out, I was down on my luck
C             Em         F         G
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
C                         Em         F               G
And I figured I'd be home in week, if my luck held out this way
C                        Em         F           G
But, the third night I got stranded, way out of town
C                  Em         F               G
At a cold, lonely crossroads, rain was pourin' down.


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


C                  Em         F               G
At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten
C               Em         F           G
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
C                  Em    F        G
"Big Joe's the name", I told him mine
C                  Em         F               G
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
C                  Em          F               G
He said: "Son, this old Mack can put 'em all to shame
C                  Em         F               G
There ain't a driver, or a rig, a-runnin' any line
C                  Em         F               G
Ain't seen nothin' but taillights from Phantom 309."

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

C                  Em         F               G
Well, he tossed me a dime as he pulled her in low
C               Em         F               G
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
C                  Em         F               G
Aw!, you coulda heard a pin drop, it got deathly quiet
C            Em         F            G
And the waiter's face turned kinda white.

C                      Em         F               G
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
C                  Em         F               G
But son, let me tell you what happened about ten years ago.

C                  Em         F               G
At the crossroads tonight, where you flagged him down
C              Em         F               G
There was a bus load of kids, comin' from town
C                        Em         F               G
And they were right in the middle, when Big Joe topped the hill
C                  Em         F               G
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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