Chords for John Laws - Phantom 309.
Tempo:
113.95 bpm
Chords used:
F
G
C
Em
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C]
I was out on the west coast trying to make a [Em] buck.
Things didn't work out and I was down on my luck.
[F] I got [C] tired of roaming and bombing around so I [F] started [G] thumbing back east towards my hometown.
Made a [C] lot of miles the first two days and I figured I'd be home in a week if [Em] my luck held out this way.
But the third night I got [F] stranded way out of town at a cold, lonely crossroads.
[G] Rain was pouring down.
[Em] I [C] was hungry and freezing, dumb caught a chill.
[G] The lights [Am] were a big semi atop the hill.
Lord, I was sure [E] glad to hear them air [Em] brakes come on.
And I climbed in that cab where I knew I'd be [F] warned.
At the wheel sat a big man.
He weighed [G] about 210.
He stuck out his hand and he said with a [F] grin, Big Joe's the name.
[G] I told him mine and [C] he said the name of my rig is the [F] Phantom 309.
[Em] I asked him why he [Am] called his rig such a name and he said, [Bb] Son, this old Mac can put them [G] all to shame.
Ain't a driver [F] or a rig running any line that's seen [C] nothing but taillights from the Phantom 309.
Well, we [Em] rode and talked the better part of the night when the lights of a truck stop [F] came inside
and he said, I'm sorry, son, this is as far as you go because I got to make [G] a turn just on up the road.
Well, he tossed me a dime [C] as he pulled her into low and said, Have yourself a hot cup [Em] on Big Old Joe.
And then Joe and his rig roared out into [F] the night and nothing fled.
He was out of sight.
Well, I went [G] inside and ordered me a cup and I told the waiter that Big Joe was setting me [C] up.
Well, you could have heard a pin drop.
[Em] Got deathly [Am] quiet and the waiter's face turned kind of white.
[Em] Well, did I say something wrong?
I said with a halfway grin.
He [F] said, No, this happens every now and then.
Every driver in here knows Big Joe.
[G] But son, let me tell you what happened about ten years ago.
[F] At the crossroads tonight [G] where you flagged him down.
[C] There was a busload of kids coming [Dm] home from town
and they were right in the middle [Em] when Big Joe topped the hill.
[Am] Could have been slaughtered, but he [Bb] turned his wheels.
[C] Well, Joe [G] lost control, [F] went into a skid [C] and he gave his life to save that bunch of kids.
And there at the crossroads was the end of the [Em] line for Big Joe and the Phantom 309.
[F] But every now and then some hiker will come by and like you, Big [G] Joe, give him a ride.
Here, have another cup.
[Em] Forget about that [C] dime.
You can keep that as a souvenir from Big Joe and the Phantom [G] 309.
[Am] [Bm] [C]
[Em]
[F]
[G]
[C]
[Em]
[F] [G]
I was out on the west coast trying to make a [Em] buck.
Things didn't work out and I was down on my luck.
[F] I got [C] tired of roaming and bombing around so I [F] started [G] thumbing back east towards my hometown.
Made a [C] lot of miles the first two days and I figured I'd be home in a week if [Em] my luck held out this way.
But the third night I got [F] stranded way out of town at a cold, lonely crossroads.
[G] Rain was pouring down.
[Em] I [C] was hungry and freezing, dumb caught a chill.
[G] The lights [Am] were a big semi atop the hill.
Lord, I was sure [E] glad to hear them air [Em] brakes come on.
And I climbed in that cab where I knew I'd be [F] warned.
At the wheel sat a big man.
He weighed [G] about 210.
He stuck out his hand and he said with a [F] grin, Big Joe's the name.
[G] I told him mine and [C] he said the name of my rig is the [F] Phantom 309.
[Em] I asked him why he [Am] called his rig such a name and he said, [Bb] Son, this old Mac can put them [G] all to shame.
Ain't a driver [F] or a rig running any line that's seen [C] nothing but taillights from the Phantom 309.
Well, we [Em] rode and talked the better part of the night when the lights of a truck stop [F] came inside
and he said, I'm sorry, son, this is as far as you go because I got to make [G] a turn just on up the road.
Well, he tossed me a dime [C] as he pulled her into low and said, Have yourself a hot cup [Em] on Big Old Joe.
And then Joe and his rig roared out into [F] the night and nothing fled.
He was out of sight.
Well, I went [G] inside and ordered me a cup and I told the waiter that Big Joe was setting me [C] up.
Well, you could have heard a pin drop.
[Em] Got deathly [Am] quiet and the waiter's face turned kind of white.
[Em] Well, did I say something wrong?
I said with a halfway grin.
He [F] said, No, this happens every now and then.
Every driver in here knows Big Joe.
[G] But son, let me tell you what happened about ten years ago.
[F] At the crossroads tonight [G] where you flagged him down.
[C] There was a busload of kids coming [Dm] home from town
and they were right in the middle [Em] when Big Joe topped the hill.
[Am] Could have been slaughtered, but he [Bb] turned his wheels.
[C] Well, Joe [G] lost control, [F] went into a skid [C] and he gave his life to save that bunch of kids.
And there at the crossroads was the end of the [Em] line for Big Joe and the Phantom 309.
[F] But every now and then some hiker will come by and like you, Big [G] Joe, give him a ride.
Here, have another cup.
[Em] Forget about that [C] dime.
You can keep that as a souvenir from Big Joe and the Phantom [G] 309.
[Am] [Bm] [C]
[Em]
[F]
[G]
[C]
[Em]
[F] [G]
Key:
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I was out on the west coast trying to make a [Em] buck.
Things didn't work out and I was down on my luck. _
[F] I got [C] tired of roaming and bombing around so I [F] started [G] thumbing back east towards my hometown.
_ Made a [C] lot of miles the first two days and I figured I'd be home in a week if [Em] my luck held out this way.
_ But the third night I got [F] stranded way out of town at a cold, lonely crossroads.
[G] _ Rain was pouring down.
_ [Em] I [C] was hungry and freezing, dumb caught a chill.
[G] The lights [Am] were a big semi atop the hill.
_ Lord, I was sure [E] glad to hear them air [Em] brakes come on.
And I climbed in that cab where I knew I'd be [F] _ warned.
At the wheel sat a big man.
He weighed [G] about 210.
He stuck out his hand and he said with a [F] grin, Big Joe's the name.
[G] I told him mine and [C] he said the name of my rig is the [F] Phantom 309. _
[Em] _ I asked him why he [Am] called his rig such a name and he said, [Bb] Son, this old Mac can put them [G] all to shame.
Ain't a driver [F] or a rig running any line that's seen [C] nothing but taillights from the Phantom 309.
_ _ Well, we [Em] rode and talked the better part of the night when the lights of a truck stop [F] came inside
and he said, I'm sorry, son, this is as far as you go because I got to make [G] a turn just on up the road.
Well, he tossed me a dime [C] as he pulled her into low and said, Have yourself a hot cup [Em] on Big Old Joe.
_ And then Joe and his rig roared out into [F] the night and nothing fled.
He was out of sight.
_ Well, I went [G] inside and ordered me a cup and I told the waiter that Big Joe was setting me [C] up.
_ Well, you could have heard a pin drop.
[Em] Got deathly [Am] quiet and the waiter's face turned kind of white.
[Em] Well, did I say something wrong?
I said with a halfway grin.
He [F] said, No, this happens every now and then.
Every driver in here knows Big Joe.
[G] _ But son, let me tell you what happened about ten years ago.
[F] At the crossroads tonight [G] where you flagged him down.
[C] There was a busload of kids coming [Dm] home from town
and they were right in the middle [Em] when Big Joe topped the hill.
[Am] _ Could have been slaughtered, but he [Bb] turned his wheels.
_ [C] Well, Joe [G] lost control, [F] went into a skid [C] and he gave his life to save that bunch of kids.
_ And there at the crossroads was the end of the [Em] line for Big Joe and the Phantom 309.
[F] But every now and then some hiker will come by and like you, Big [G] Joe, give him a ride.
_ Here, have another cup.
[Em] Forget about that [C] dime.
_ You can keep that as a souvenir from Big Joe and the Phantom _ [G] 309.
_ _ [Am] _ [Bm] _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
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I was out on the west coast trying to make a [Em] buck.
Things didn't work out and I was down on my luck. _
[F] I got [C] tired of roaming and bombing around so I [F] started [G] thumbing back east towards my hometown.
_ Made a [C] lot of miles the first two days and I figured I'd be home in a week if [Em] my luck held out this way.
_ But the third night I got [F] stranded way out of town at a cold, lonely crossroads.
[G] _ Rain was pouring down.
_ [Em] I [C] was hungry and freezing, dumb caught a chill.
[G] The lights [Am] were a big semi atop the hill.
_ Lord, I was sure [E] glad to hear them air [Em] brakes come on.
And I climbed in that cab where I knew I'd be [F] _ warned.
At the wheel sat a big man.
He weighed [G] about 210.
He stuck out his hand and he said with a [F] grin, Big Joe's the name.
[G] I told him mine and [C] he said the name of my rig is the [F] Phantom 309. _
[Em] _ I asked him why he [Am] called his rig such a name and he said, [Bb] Son, this old Mac can put them [G] all to shame.
Ain't a driver [F] or a rig running any line that's seen [C] nothing but taillights from the Phantom 309.
_ _ Well, we [Em] rode and talked the better part of the night when the lights of a truck stop [F] came inside
and he said, I'm sorry, son, this is as far as you go because I got to make [G] a turn just on up the road.
Well, he tossed me a dime [C] as he pulled her into low and said, Have yourself a hot cup [Em] on Big Old Joe.
_ And then Joe and his rig roared out into [F] the night and nothing fled.
He was out of sight.
_ Well, I went [G] inside and ordered me a cup and I told the waiter that Big Joe was setting me [C] up.
_ Well, you could have heard a pin drop.
[Em] Got deathly [Am] quiet and the waiter's face turned kind of white.
[Em] Well, did I say something wrong?
I said with a halfway grin.
He [F] said, No, this happens every now and then.
Every driver in here knows Big Joe.
[G] _ But son, let me tell you what happened about ten years ago.
[F] At the crossroads tonight [G] where you flagged him down.
[C] There was a busload of kids coming [Dm] home from town
and they were right in the middle [Em] when Big Joe topped the hill.
[Am] _ Could have been slaughtered, but he [Bb] turned his wheels.
_ [C] Well, Joe [G] lost control, [F] went into a skid [C] and he gave his life to save that bunch of kids.
_ And there at the crossroads was the end of the [Em] line for Big Joe and the Phantom 309.
[F] But every now and then some hiker will come by and like you, Big [G] Joe, give him a ride.
_ Here, have another cup.
[Em] Forget about that [C] dime.
_ You can keep that as a souvenir from Big Joe and the Phantom _ [G] 309.
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