I was out on the West Coast, tryin' to a And things didn't work out, I was on my luck Got a-roamin' and bummin' around So I started thumbin' back East, my home town.
Made a lot of miles, the two days And I figured I'd be home in week, if my luck held out way But, the third night I got stranded, way out of At a cold, crossroads, rain was pourin' down.
I was and freezin', done caught a chill When the lights of a big semi topped the Lord, I sure was glad to hear them air brakes come on And I climbed in that cab, where I it'd be warm.
At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed two-ten He stuck out his hand and said with a "Big the name", I told him mine And he "The name of my rig is Phantom 309."
I asked him why he called his rig a name He said: "Son, old Mack can put 'em all to shame There ain't a driver, or a rig, a-runnin' any Ain't seen but taillights from Phantom 309."
Well, we rode and talked the better of the night When the lights of a stop came in sight He said: "I'm sorry son, is as far as you go 'Cause, I make a turn, just on up the road."
Well, he tossed me a dime as he her in low And "Have yourself a cup on old Big Joe." When Joe and his rig out in the night In flat, he was clean out of sight.
Well, I went and ordered me a cup Told the Big Joe was settin' me up Aw!, you coulda heard a pin drop, it got quiet And the waiter's face turned white.
Well, did I say something wrong? I with a halfway grin He "Naw, this happens every now and then Ever' in here knows Big Joe But son, let me you what happened about ten years ago.
At the tonight, where you flagged him down There was a bus load of kids, comin' town And they were right in the middle, Big Joe topped the hill It could have been slaughter, but he his wheel.
Well, Joe lost control, went into a And gave his life to save bunch-a kids And at that crossroads, was the end of the line For Big Joe and 309
But, every now and then, hiker'll come by And like you, Big give 'em a ride Here, have another cup and forget the dime Keep it as a souvenir, from Big Joe and 309!"