Phantom 309 Karaoke - Red Sovine

To nagranie jest coverem Phantom 309 rozsławionym przez Red Sovine

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About

Tempo: variable (around 149 BPM)

Tonacja taka jak orginał: D♭

Czas trwania: 03:21 - Podgląd na stronie: 01:29

Data wydania: 1967
Genres: Country, W języku angielskim
Słowa oryginalne: Tommy Faile

Cała zawartość na naszej stronie internetowej jest w całości odtwarzana przez naszych muzyków w studio. Nie używamy żadnych części oryginalnych nagrań i w żaden sposób nie korzystamy z technologii separacji stemów AI.

Tekst 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 of roamin' and bummin' around
So I started thumbin' back East toward my hometown
Made a lotta miles the first two days
And I figured I'd be home in a week if my luck held out this way
But, the third night, I got stranded way outta town
At a cold, lonely crossroads rain was pourin' down
I was hungry and freezin' and done caught a chill
When the lights of a big semi topped the hill
Lord, I sure was glad to hear them airbrakes come on
And I climbed in that cab where I knew it'd be warm
At the wheel sat a big man he weighed about two-ten
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
Big Joe's the name and I told him mine
And he said the name of my rig is Phantom three o nine
And I asked him why he called his rig such a name
He said son, this ol' Mack can put 'em all to shame
There ain't a driver, or a rig a-runnin' any lines
That's seen nothin' but tail-lights from Phantom three o nine
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 far as you go
'Cos, 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 hot cup on old Big Joe
When Joe and his rig roared out into the night
In nothin' flat, he was clean outta sight
Well, I went inside and ordered me a cup
Told the waiter Big Joe was settin' me up
Oh, 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 no, this happens every now and then
Every 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 busload 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 wheels
Well, Joe lost control went into a skid
And gave his life to save that bunch of kids
And there at that crossroads was the end of the line for Big Joe and
Phantom three o nine
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 three o nine

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