I was out on the West Coast, tryin' to make anbuck nAnd things didn't work out, I was down on my luck nGot tired a-roamin' and bummin' around nSo I started thumbin' back East, toward my home town.nnMade a lot of miles, the first two days nAnd I figured I'd be home in week, if my luck held out this way nBut, the third night I got stranded, way out of town nAt a cold, lonely crossroads, rain was pourin' down.nnI was hungry and freezin', done caught a chillnWhen the lights of a big semi topped the hill Lord, I sure was glad to hear them air brakes come on nAnd I climbed in that cab, where I knew it'd be warm.nnAt the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten nHe stuck out his hand and said with a grin nBig Joe's the name, I told him mine nAnd he said: The name of my rig is Phantom 309.nnI asked him why he called his rig such a name nHe said: Son, this old Mack can put 'em all to shame nThere ain't a driver, or a rig, a-runnin' any line nAin't seen nothin' but taillights from Phantom 309.nnWell, we rode and talked the better part of the night nWhen the lights of a truck stop came in sightnHe said: I'm sorry son, this is as far as you go n'Cause, I gotta make a turn, just on up the road.nnWell, he tossed me a dime as he pulled her in low nAnd said: Have yourself a cup on old Big Joe.nWhen Joe and his rig roared out in the nightnIn nothin' flat, he was clean out of sight.nnWell, I went inside and ordered me a cup nTold the waiter Big Joe was settin' me up nAw!, you coulda heard a pin drop, it got deathly quiet nAnd the waiter's face turned kinda white.nnWell, did I say something wrong? I said with a halfway grin nHe said: Naw, this happens every now and thennEver' driver in here knows Big Joe nBut son, let me tell you what happened about ten years ago.nnAt the crossroads tonight, where you flagged him down nThere was a bus load of kids, comin' from townnAnd they were right in the middle, when Big Joe topped the hill nIt could have been slaughter, but he turned his wheel.nnWell, Joe lost control, went into a skid Annd gave his life to save that bunch-a kids nAnd there at that crossroads, was the end of the line nFor Big Joe and Phantom 309nnBut, every now and then, some hiker'll come bynAnd like you, Big Joe'll give 'em a ride nHere, have another cup and forget about the dimenKeep it as a souvenir, from Big Joe and Phantom 309!