Chords for Phantom 309
Tempo:
71.05 bpm
Chords used:
Em
C
F
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
[C]
I was out on the west coast trying to make the buck.
[Em] Things didn't work out and I was down on my luck.
[F] I got tired of rolling and thumbing around, [G] so I started thumbing east towards my [C] hometown.
I made a lot of miles the first couple of [Em] days, and I figured I'd be home in a week if my luck held [F] out that way.
But the third night I got stranded [G] way out of town at a coal-only [C] crossroads where the rain was pouring down.
I was hungry and freezing, [Em] and I caught a chill when the lights of a big [F] semi popped the hill.
Man, I was so [G] glad to hear them air brakes come on, and I [C] climbed in a cab where I knew it would be warm.
[Em] At the wheel sat a big man, and he weighed, I [F] guess, about 210.
He stuck out his hand [G] and said with a grin,
Big Joe's the [C] name, and I told him mine, and he said the name of my rig is Phantom 309.
[Em] Well, I asked him why he called his rig such a name, [F] and he said,
Son, this old Mac [G] can put them all to shame.
There ain't a [C] driver or a rig running any line that seen nothing [Em] but the taillights from Phantom 309.
[F] Well, we rode and talked the better part of the night [G] when the lights of a truck stopped and came in the sight.
[C] He said, I'm sorry, son, this is as far as you go, because I got to make a turn just on up the road.
[Em] Well, he tossed me a dime, and he [F] put it in low, and said, have [G] yourself a hot cup on old Big Joe.
[C] When Joe and his rig roared out into the night [Em] in nothing flat, he was clean out of sight.
[F] Well, I went inside and ordered me a cup, [G] told the waiter Big Joe was setting me up.
[C] Oh, you could have heard the pin drop.
It got deathly quiet, and the waiter's face turned kind of white.
[Em] Did I say something wrong?
I said with a [F] halfway grin.
He said, no, this [G] happens every now and then.
Every driver in [C] here knows Big Joe.
Son, let me tell you what [Em] happened about ten years ago.
At the [F] crossroads tonight where you flagged him down, there [G] was a busload of kids coming from town.
[C] And they were right in the middle when Big Joe topped the hill.
And it would have been slaughter, but he turned [Em] his wheels.
Well, Joe lost control and [F] went into a skid, and gave his life [G] to save that bunch of kids.
[C] And there at the crossroads was the end of the [Em] line for Big Joe and [F] Phantom 309.
But every now and [G] then, some hiker would come [Em] by, and like you, [C] Big Joe would give him a ride.
Here, have another cup.
And forget about the dime.
Keep it [Em] as a souvenir from Big Joe and [F] Phantom 309.
[G] [C] [Em]
I was out on the west coast trying to make the buck.
[Em] Things didn't work out and I was down on my luck.
[F] I got tired of rolling and thumbing around, [G] so I started thumbing east towards my [C] hometown.
I made a lot of miles the first couple of [Em] days, and I figured I'd be home in a week if my luck held [F] out that way.
But the third night I got stranded [G] way out of town at a coal-only [C] crossroads where the rain was pouring down.
I was hungry and freezing, [Em] and I caught a chill when the lights of a big [F] semi popped the hill.
Man, I was so [G] glad to hear them air brakes come on, and I [C] climbed in a cab where I knew it would be warm.
[Em] At the wheel sat a big man, and he weighed, I [F] guess, about 210.
He stuck out his hand [G] and said with a grin,
Big Joe's the [C] name, and I told him mine, and he said the name of my rig is Phantom 309.
[Em] Well, I asked him why he called his rig such a name, [F] and he said,
Son, this old Mac [G] can put them all to shame.
There ain't a [C] driver or a rig running any line that seen nothing [Em] but the taillights from Phantom 309.
[F] Well, we rode and talked the better part of the night [G] when the lights of a truck stopped and came in the sight.
[C] He said, I'm sorry, son, this is as far as you go, because I got to make a turn just on up the road.
[Em] Well, he tossed me a dime, and he [F] put it in low, and said, have [G] yourself a hot cup on old Big Joe.
[C] When Joe and his rig roared out into the night [Em] in nothing flat, he was clean out of sight.
[F] Well, I went inside and ordered me a cup, [G] told the waiter Big Joe was setting me up.
[C] Oh, you could have heard the pin drop.
It got deathly quiet, and the waiter's face turned kind of white.
[Em] Did I say something wrong?
I said with a [F] halfway grin.
He said, no, this [G] happens every now and then.
Every driver in [C] here knows Big Joe.
Son, let me tell you what [Em] happened about ten years ago.
At the [F] crossroads tonight where you flagged him down, there [G] was a busload of kids coming from town.
[C] And they were right in the middle when Big Joe topped the hill.
And it would have been slaughter, but he turned [Em] his wheels.
Well, Joe lost control and [F] went into a skid, and gave his life [G] to save that bunch of kids.
[C] And there at the crossroads was the end of the [Em] line for Big Joe and [F] Phantom 309.
But every now and [G] then, some hiker would come [Em] by, and like you, [C] Big Joe would give him a ride.
Here, have another cup.
And forget about the dime.
Keep it [Em] as a souvenir from Big Joe and [F] Phantom 309.
[G] [C] [Em]
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_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
I was out on the west coast trying to make the buck.
[Em] Things didn't work out and I was down on my luck.
[F] I got tired of rolling and thumbing around, [G] so I started thumbing east towards my [C] hometown.
I made a lot of miles the first couple of [Em] days, and I figured I'd be home in a week if my luck held [F] out that way.
But the third night I got stranded [G] way out of town at a coal-only [C] crossroads where the rain was pouring down.
I was hungry and freezing, [Em] and I caught a chill when the lights of a big [F] semi popped the hill.
Man, I was so [G] glad to hear them air brakes come on, and I [C] climbed in a cab where I knew it would be warm.
[Em] At the wheel sat a big man, and he weighed, I [F] guess, about 210.
He stuck out his hand [G] and said with a grin,
Big Joe's the [C] name, and I told him mine, and he said the name of my rig is Phantom 309.
[Em] Well, I asked him why he called his rig such a name, [F] and he said,
Son, this old Mac [G] can put them all to shame.
There ain't a [C] driver or a rig running any line that seen nothing [Em] but the taillights from Phantom 309.
[F] Well, we rode and talked the better part of the night [G] when the lights of a truck stopped and came in the sight.
[C] He said, I'm sorry, son, this is as far as you go, because I got to make a turn just on up the road.
[Em] Well, he tossed me a dime, and he [F] put it in low, and said, have [G] yourself a hot cup on old Big Joe.
[C] When Joe and his rig roared out into the night [Em] in nothing flat, he was clean out of sight.
[F] Well, I went inside and ordered me a cup, [G] told the waiter Big Joe was setting me up.
[C] Oh, you could have heard the pin drop.
It got deathly quiet, and the waiter's face turned kind of white.
[Em] Did I say something wrong?
I said with a [F] halfway grin.
He said, no, this [G] happens every now and then.
Every driver in [C] here knows Big Joe.
Son, let me tell you what [Em] happened about ten years ago.
At the [F] crossroads tonight where you flagged him down, there [G] was a busload of kids coming from town.
[C] And they were right in the middle when Big Joe topped the hill.
And it would have been slaughter, but he turned [Em] his wheels.
Well, Joe lost control and [F] went into a skid, and gave his life [G] to save that bunch of kids.
_ [C] And there at the crossroads was the end of the [Em] line for Big Joe and [F] Phantom 309.
But every now and [G] then, some hiker would come [Em] by, and like you, [C] Big Joe would give him a ride.
Here, have another cup.
And forget about the dime.
Keep it [Em] as a souvenir from Big Joe and [F] Phantom 309.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
I was out on the west coast trying to make the buck.
[Em] Things didn't work out and I was down on my luck.
[F] I got tired of rolling and thumbing around, [G] so I started thumbing east towards my [C] hometown.
I made a lot of miles the first couple of [Em] days, and I figured I'd be home in a week if my luck held [F] out that way.
But the third night I got stranded [G] way out of town at a coal-only [C] crossroads where the rain was pouring down.
I was hungry and freezing, [Em] and I caught a chill when the lights of a big [F] semi popped the hill.
Man, I was so [G] glad to hear them air brakes come on, and I [C] climbed in a cab where I knew it would be warm.
[Em] At the wheel sat a big man, and he weighed, I [F] guess, about 210.
He stuck out his hand [G] and said with a grin,
Big Joe's the [C] name, and I told him mine, and he said the name of my rig is Phantom 309.
[Em] Well, I asked him why he called his rig such a name, [F] and he said,
Son, this old Mac [G] can put them all to shame.
There ain't a [C] driver or a rig running any line that seen nothing [Em] but the taillights from Phantom 309.
[F] Well, we rode and talked the better part of the night [G] when the lights of a truck stopped and came in the sight.
[C] He said, I'm sorry, son, this is as far as you go, because I got to make a turn just on up the road.
[Em] Well, he tossed me a dime, and he [F] put it in low, and said, have [G] yourself a hot cup on old Big Joe.
[C] When Joe and his rig roared out into the night [Em] in nothing flat, he was clean out of sight.
[F] Well, I went inside and ordered me a cup, [G] told the waiter Big Joe was setting me up.
[C] Oh, you could have heard the pin drop.
It got deathly quiet, and the waiter's face turned kind of white.
[Em] Did I say something wrong?
I said with a [F] halfway grin.
He said, no, this [G] happens every now and then.
Every driver in [C] here knows Big Joe.
Son, let me tell you what [Em] happened about ten years ago.
At the [F] crossroads tonight where you flagged him down, there [G] was a busload of kids coming from town.
[C] And they were right in the middle when Big Joe topped the hill.
And it would have been slaughter, but he turned [Em] his wheels.
Well, Joe lost control and [F] went into a skid, and gave his life [G] to save that bunch of kids.
_ [C] And there at the crossroads was the end of the [Em] line for Big Joe and [F] Phantom 309.
But every now and [G] then, some hiker would come [Em] by, and like you, [C] Big Joe would give him a ride.
Here, have another cup.
And forget about the dime.
Keep it [Em] as a souvenir from Big Joe and [F] Phantom 309.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _