Музыка Кантри
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Одолела меня вчера грусть, и, копаясь в дисках, нашел я старый диск "Trackin' hits", купленный еще в Канаде. Как великий поклонник кантри, я не мог тогда пройти мимо диска-сборника кантри о дальнобойщиках.
И каждый раз, когда я слушаю вот эту песню, у меня наворачиваются слезы. Это даже не совсем песня, это скорее история, рассказанная под музыку в 1967 году:
Big Joe And 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 o' 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 set [= sat] a big man; he weighed about 210.
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 o' my rig is Phantom 309."
I asked him why he called his rig such a name.
He said, "Son, this old Mac can put 'em all to shame.
There ain't a driver or a rig a-runnin' any line
That's seen nothin' but taillights from Phantom 309."
Well, we rode and talked the better part o' 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 a turn just on up the road."
Well, he tossed me a dime as he pulled 'er in low
And said, "Have yourself a hot cup on ol' Big Joe."
When Joe an' 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 somethin' 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 ya what happened about ten years ago
"At the crossroads tonight, where you flagged 'im down,
There was a busload o' kids a-comin' from town,
And they were right in the middle when Big Joe topped the hill.
It could've been slaughter, but he turned his wheels
"Well, Joe lost control, went into a skid,
And gave his life to save that bunch o' 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 'im a ride.
Here, have another cup, and forget about the dime;
Keep it as a souvenir from Big Joe and Phantom 309."
И каждый раз, когда я слушаю вот эту песню, у меня наворачиваются слезы. Это даже не совсем песня, это скорее история, рассказанная под музыку в 1967 году:
Big Joe And 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 o' 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 set [= sat] a big man; he weighed about 210.
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 o' my rig is Phantom 309."
I asked him why he called his rig such a name.
He said, "Son, this old Mac can put 'em all to shame.
There ain't a driver or a rig a-runnin' any line
That's seen nothin' but taillights from Phantom 309."
Well, we rode and talked the better part o' 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 a turn just on up the road."
Well, he tossed me a dime as he pulled 'er in low
And said, "Have yourself a hot cup on ol' Big Joe."
When Joe an' 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 somethin' 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 ya what happened about ten years ago
"At the crossroads tonight, where you flagged 'im down,
There was a busload o' kids a-comin' from town,
And they were right in the middle when Big Joe topped the hill.
It could've been slaughter, but he turned his wheels
"Well, Joe lost control, went into a skid,
And gave his life to save that bunch o' 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 'im a ride.
Here, have another cup, and forget about the dime;
Keep it as a souvenir from Big Joe and Phantom 309."