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Del Reeves Lyrics for Song: Phantom 309
 Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Del Reeves
 
 
 
 29891>I was out on the west coast trying to make a buck
 
 Things didn't work out I was kinda down on my luck
 
 Got tired of roaming and bumming around
 
 So I started thumbing back east toward my hometown
 
 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 outside of town
 
 At a cold lonely crossroad rain was pouring down
 
 I was hungry and I was freezing done caught a chill
 
 When the lights of a big 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 there sat a big man he weighed about 2-10
 
 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 no driver or a rig running any line
 
 That's seen nothing 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 as far as you go
 
 Cause I gotta make another turn just on up the road
 
 He tossed me a dime as he pulled her in low
 
 And said have yourself a hot cup old Big Joe
 
 When Joe and his rig roared out in the night
 
 In nothing flat he was clean out of sight
 
 I went inside and ordered me a cup
 
 Told the waiter Big Joe was setting me up
 
 You could've heard a pin drop
 
 It got deathly quiet and the waiter face turned kinda white
 
 Did I say something 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 full of kids a comin' from town
 
 They were right in the middle when Joe tapped 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 the crossroads was the end of the line
 
 For Big Joe and Phantom 309
 
 But every now and then some higher'll come by
 
 And like you Big Joe'll give 'em a ride
 
 Here have another cup and forget about that dime
 
 Keep it as a souvenir from Big Joe and Phantom 309
 
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