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HIGHWAY 109

A drunk man in an Oldsmobile. They said had run the light that caused the six-car pile-up on 109 that night.

When broken bodies lay about and blood was everywhere, The sirens screamed out elegies, For death was in the air.

A mother, trapped inside her car, Was heard above the noise; Her plaintive plea near split the air: "Oh, God, please spare my boys!"

She fought to loose her pinned hands; She struggled to get free, But mangled metal held her fast In grim captivity.

Her frightened eyes then focused On where the back seat once had been, But all she saw was broken glass and Two children's seats crushed in.

Her twins were nowhere to be seen; She did not hear them cry, And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,
"Oh, God, don't let them die!"

Then firemen came and cut her loose, But when they searched the back, They found therein no little boys, But the seat belts were intact.

They thought the woman had gone mad And was traveling alone, But when they turned to question her,
They discovered she was gone.

Policemen saw her running wild And screaming above the noise In beseeching supplication, "Please help me find my boys!

They're four years old and wear blue shirts; Their jeans are blue to match."

One cop spoke up, "They're in my car, And they don't have a scratch.

They said their daddy put them there And gave them each a cone, Then told them both to wait for Mom
To come and take them home.

I've searched the area high and low, But I can't find their dad. He must have fled the scene, I guess, and that is very bad."

The mother hugged the twins and said, While wiping at a tear, "He could not flee the scene, you see, For he's been dead a year."

The cop just looked confused and asked, "Now, how can that be true?" The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came
And left a kiss for you.

He told us not to worry And that you would be all right,
And then he put us in this car with The pretty, flashing light.

We wanted him to stay with us, Because we miss him so, But Mommy, he just hugged us tight And said he had to go.

He said someday we'd understand And told us not to fuss, And he said to tell you, Mommy, He's watching over us."

The mother knew without a doubt That what they spoke was true, For she recalled their dad's last words,
"I will watch over you."

The firemen's notes could not explain The twisted, mangled car, And how the three of them escaped
Without a single scar.

But on the cop's report was scribed, In print so very fine,
An angel walked the beat tonight On Highway 109.

[Sarge]

Make's one stop and think.

[Leon (FCCOOL)]

Man those yanks will tell you anything.
Listen to this one, bit of a truckers story, it involves a dead guy, a accident and kids lives been saved.

I was out on the west coast trying to make a buck,
And things did'nt work out, I was down on my luck.
Got tired of roaming and bummin around,
so I started thumbin east, toward my home town.
Made alot of miles, the last two days,
And I figured Ill be back home in a week if my luck held out this way.
But the third night  I got stranded way out of town,
At a cold lonely cross roads, rain was porin down.
I was hungry and freezin and then cuaght a chill,
When the lights of a semi topped the hill.
Lord I sure was glad to hear them air brakes come on,
And I climbed in that cab, were I knew it would be warm.
At the wheel 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 the name of my rig is phantom 309.
I asked him why he called his rig such a name.
He said son, this ol mack can put em all to shame.
There aint a driver or a rig that will run in any line.
That seen nuttin but tail lights from phantom 309.
Well we rode and talked, the better part of the night, When the lights of a truckstop came into sight.
He said I'm sorry son this is far as you go, coz I gotta make a turn just up the road. well he tossed me a dime as he pulled her in low, And have your self a hot cuppa on ol' big Joe.
When Joe and his rig, roared out into the night, In nothin flat he was clean out of sight.
Well I went inside and ordered me a cup & told the waiter big Joe was settin me up.
Oh you could have heard a pin drop, it got deathly quite, and the waiters face turned kinda white.
Well did I say something 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 about ten years ago.
At the cross roads tonight were you flagged him down,
There was a bus load of kids comin from town. they were right in the middle when joe topped the hill, they could have been slaughtered but he turned his wheels.
Well Joe lost control and went into a skid & gave his life to save that bunch of kids, and there at those cross roads was the end of a line for big Joe and phantom 309.
But every now and then some hiker will come by,  and like you big Joe will give them a ride.
Here have another cup and forget about the dime, keep it as a souvineer from big Joe and phantom 309.



That was actually a song, probably not a real story, but who knows, A mate and I once thought we saw some ghosts one night at around 3 am just past wisemans ferry hangin out in the trees, we also one night at  around the same time hid the car in the bushes and pretended to be ghosts on that same road when drivers passed. Things kids do eh.

[Murray]

John Laws sang that song about the Phanom 309 but dont know if he wrote it.
I think you are right,probably not a true story.