| Well you see I happened to be back on the east coast
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| A few years back tryin' to make me a buck
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| Like everybody else, well you know
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| Times get hard and well I got down on my luck
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| And I got tired of just roamin' and bummin'
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| Around, so I started thumbin' my way
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| Back to my old hometown
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| You know I made quite a few miles
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| In the first couple of days, and I Figured I’d be home in a week if my Luck held out this way
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| But you know it was the third night
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| I got stranded, it was out at a cold lonely
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| Crossroads, and as the rain came
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| Pouring down, I was hungry, tired
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| Freezin', caught myself a chill, but
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| It was just about that time that
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| The lights of an old semi topped the hill
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| You should of seen me smile when I Heard them air brakes come on, and
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| I climbed up in that cab where I Knew it’d be warm at the wheel
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| Well at the wheel sat a big man
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| I’d have to say he must of weighed 210
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| The way he stuck out a big hand and
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| Said with a grin Big Joe’s the name
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| And this here rig’s called Phantom 309
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| Well I asked him why he called his
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| Rig such a name, but he just turned to me And said Why son don’t you know this here
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| Rig’ll be puttin' 'em all to shame, why
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| There ain’t a driver on this
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| Or any other line for that matter
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| That’s seen nothin' but the taillights of Big Joe
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| And Phantom 309
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| So we rode and talked the better part of the night
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| And I told my stories and Joe told his and
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| I smoked up all his Viceroys as we rolled along
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| He pushed her ahead with 10 forward gears
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| Man that dashboard was lit like the old
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| Madam La Rue pinball, a serious semi truck
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| Until almost mysteriously, well it was the
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| Lights of a truck stop that rolled into sight
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| Joe turned to me and said I’m sorry son
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| But I’m afraid this is just as far as you go You see I kinda gotta be makin' a turn
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| Just up the road a piece, but I’ll be Damned if he didn’t throw me a dime as he Threw her in low and said Go on in there
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| Son, and get yourself a hot cup of coffee
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| On Big Joe
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| And when Joe and his rig pulled off into
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| The night, man in nothing flat they was
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| Clean outa sight
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| So I walked into the old stop and
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| Ordered me up a cup of mud sayin'
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| Big Joe’s settin' this dude up but
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| It got so deathly quiet in that
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| Place, you could of heard a pin drop
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| As the waiter’s face turned kinda
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| Pale, I said What’s the matter did
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| I say somethin' wrong? |
| I kinda
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| Said with 8a half way grin. |
| He said
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| No son, you see It’ll happen every
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| Now and then. |
| You see every driver in Here knows Big Joe, but let me Tell you what happened just 10 years
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| Ago, yea it was 10 years ago
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| Out there at that cold lonely crossroads
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| Where you flagged Joe down, and
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| There was a whole bus load of kids
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| And they were just comin' from school
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| And they were right in the middle when
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| Joe topped the hill, and could
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| Have been slaughtered except
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| Joe turned his wheels, and
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| He jacknifed, and went
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| Into a skid, and folks around here
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| Say he gave his life to save that bunch
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| Of kids, and out there at that cold
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| Lonely crossroads, well they say it Was the end of the line for
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| Big Joe and Phantom 309, but it’s
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| Funny you know, cause every now and then
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| Yea every now and then, when the
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| Moon’s holdin' water, they say old Joe
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| Will stop and give you a ride, and
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| Just like you, some hitchhiker will be Comin' by So here son, he said to me, get
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| Yourself another cup of coffee, it’s on the
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| House, you see I want you to hang on To that dime, yea you hang on to that
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| Dime as a kind of souvenir, a Souvenir of Big Joe and Phantom 309 |