Pinwheel of Death

Tommy Faile


SONGS

Writers Tommy Faile

Genres Country, Americana, Classic Country, Spoken Word

Recorded 1967

Lyrics I WAS OUT ON THE WEST COAST
TRYIN' TO MAKE A BUCK.
THINGS DIDN'T WORK OUT,
I WAS DOWN ON MY LUCK.
GOT TIRED OF ROAMIN'
AND BUMMIN' AROUND,
SO I STARTED THUMBING BACK EAST
TOWARD MY HOME TOWN.

MADE A LOT OF MILES
THE FIRST TWO DAYS,
I FIGURED I'D BE HOME IN A WEEK,
IF MY LUCK HELD THIS WAY.
BUT THE THIRD NIGHT
I GOT STRANDED WAY OUT OF TOWN
AT A COLD LONELY CROSSROAD,
RAIN WAS POURING DOWN.

I WAS HUNGRY AND FREEZIN',
DONE CAUGHT A CHILL,
WHEN THE LIGHTS OF A BIG RIG SEMI
TOPPED THE HILL.
LORD, I WAS SURE GLAD
TO HEAR THEM AIR BRAKES COME ON,
AND I CLIMBED IN THAT CAB
WHERE I KNEW IT WOULD BE WARM.

AT THE WHEEL SAT A BIG MAN,
HE WEIGHED 'BOUT TWO TEN.
HE STUCK OUT HIS HAND
AND SAID WITH A GRIN,
BIG JOE'S THE NAME.
I TOLD HIM MINE,
HE SAID,
THE NAME OF MY RIG'S PHANTOM 309.

I ASKED HIM
WHY HE CALLED HIS RIG SUCH A NAME.
HE SAID,
SON, THIS OLD MACK
CAN PUT 'EM ALL TO SHAME.
THERE AIN'T A DRIVER
OR A RIG RUNNIN' ANY LINE,
THAT'S SEEN NOTHIN'
BUT TAIL LIGHTS FROM PHANTOM 309.

WE RODE AND TALKED
THE BEST 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,
'CAUSE I GOTTA MAKE ANOTHER TURN
JUST UP THE ROAD.

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 IN THE NIGHT
IN NOTHIN' FLAT,
HE WAS CLEAN OUT OF SIGHT.

I WENT INSIDE AND ORDERED ME A CUP,
TOLD THE WAITER
BIG JOE WAS SETTIN' ME UP.
YOU COULDA HEARD A PIN DROP,
IT GOT DEATHLY QUIET
AND THE WAITER'S FACE
TURNED KINDA WHITE.

DID I SAY SOMETHIN' WRONG?,
I SAID WITH A HALF WAY 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
'BOUT TEN YEARS AGO.

AT THE CROSSROADS TONIGHT
WHERE YOU FLAGGED HIM DOWN,
THERE WAS A BUS LOAD OF KIDS
ACOMING FROM TOWN.
THEY WERE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE
WHEN JOE TOPPED THE HILL,
IT COULD HAVE BEEN SLAUGHTER
BUT HE TURNED HIS WHEELS.

JOE LOST CONTROL,
WENT INTO A SKID,
GAVE HIS OWN LIFE
TO SAVE THAT BUNCH OF KIDS.
AND THERE AT THAT CROSSROADS
WAS THE END OF THE LINE
FOR BIG JOE AND PHANTOM 309.

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 309.
 

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