Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Phantom 309, artist - Boxcar Willie. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Song language: English
Phantom 309 |
| I was out on the West Coast, tryin' to make a buck |
| And things didn’t work out, I was down on my luck |
| Got tired a-roamin' and bummin' around |
| So I started thumbin' back East, toward my home town |
| Made a lot of miles, the first two days |
| And I figured I’d be home in week, if my luck held out this way |
| But, the third night I got stranded, way out of town |
| At a cold, lonely crossroads, rain was pourin' down |
| I was hungry and freezin', done caught a chill |
| When the lights of a big semi topped the hill |
| Lord, I sure was glad to hear them air brakes come on |
| And I climbed in that cab, where I knew it’d be warm |
| At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten |
| He stuck out his hand and said with a grin |
| «Big Joe’s the name», I told him mine |
| And he said: «The name of my rig is 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, a-runnin' any line |
| Ain’t seen nothin' but taillights from Phantom 309.» |
| Well, we rode and talked the better 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 a turn, just on up the road.» |
| Well, he tossed me a dime as he pulled her in low |
| And said: «Have yourself a cup on old Big Joe.» |
| When Joe and his rig roared out in the night |
| In nothin' flat, he was clean out of sight |
| Well, I went inside and ordered me a cup |
| Told the waiter Big Joe was settin' me up |
| Aw!, you coulda heard a pin drop, it got deathly quiet |
| And the waiter’s face turned kinda white |
| Well, did I say something wrong? |
| I said with a halfway grin |
| He said: «Naw, this happens every now and then |
| Ever' driver in here knows Big Joe |
| But son, let me tell you what happened about ten years ago |
| At the crossroads tonight, where you flagged him down |
| There was a bus load of kids, comin' from town |
| And they were right in the middle, when Big Joe topped the hill |
| It could have been slaughter, but he turned his wheel |
| Well, Joe lost control, went into a skid |
| And gave his life to save that bunch-a 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!" |