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cmaja
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Flew C-130 aircraft everywhere in the USAF. This is about one bird that gave us more fun than anticipated. CMA

Cripple-Seven-Three

Verse 1:
Four strong engines, a cargo ramp, a C-one-thirty E (C-130E)
Fly anywhere, to runways short or long
To far off points, to see things crews wished they’d never seen
And those destinations where folks’ been sadly wronged

Verse 2:
She’s one sore bird with sure bad luck, she’s tripple seven three (7773)
Spare parts stowed but they’re somehow always wrong
Stranded in a desert where there’s not a single tree
Or stuck in the Arctic and frozen far too long

Chorus:
Fill me up with anything you need
I fly to places you would not believe
Give me a crew that enjoys new thrills
And keep in mind I have peculiar ills
Take me in the skies where the air is free
Plan to stay awhile, I’m Cripple-Seven-Three

Verse 3:
Down in Yuma, test drop a truck from 20,000 feet
It pounds the ground then the chutes deploy
Guatemala City, can’t see runway from the streets
Condors break the windshield, one engine is destroyed

Chorus:
Fill me up with anything you need
I fly to places you would not believe
Give me a crew that enjoys new thrills
And keep in mind I have peculiar ills
Take me in the skies where the air is free
Plan to stay awhile, I’m Cripple-Seven-Three

Bridge:
To Latin towns with riots in the streets
To grass strips with not much food to eat
Keep engines running, it’s minus 88
Takeoff times are somehow always late
Short field landings have cracked both the wings
Dust and sand have mangled everything
Bullet holes from Commies on approach
Screwed up missions, worthy of reproach

Chorus:
Fill me up with anything you need
I fly to places you would not believe
Give me a crew that enjoys new thrills
And keep in mind I have peculiar ills
Take me in the skies where the air is free
Plan to stay awhile, I’m Cripple-Seven-Three

Verse 4:
Load and chain a road grader, it weighs 40,000 pounds
Northwest of Mt. McKinley’s the DZ (drop zone)
She yaws and bucks, as the load leaves, makes some awful sounds
Load hits the ground on the spot, pancakes a new Jeep

Chorus:
Fill me up with anything you need
I fly to places you would not believe
Give me a crew that enjoys new thrills
And keep in mind I have peculiar ills
Take me in the skies where the air is free
Plan to stay awhile, I’m Cripple-Seven-Three

Post Chorus:
Take me home, I need a rest, and park me in row D
Herculean style, I’m Cripple-Seven-Three

© 2020 Charles M Anderson

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Last edited on Mon May 11th, 2020 07:46 am by cmaja



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