This song was found in a box of papers in the squadron. Also in this box was some stuff from Castle AFB and a manual on how to be an AC in SAC.
In 1974, Mr. Elmer W. Martin Jr. penned "The Ballad of the -135", and it was just as appropriate for 1984 as it was ten years before. To the tune of "This Old House".
The Ballad of the -135
This old tank won't last much longer,
This old tank won't fly much more,
Aint got time to load much water,
Aint got time to trim all four;
Aint got time to pour the oil
That keeps running out all four;
Aint gonna need this tank much longer,
Aint gonna pass the gas much more.
This old tank won't take the water,
Struts are leaking, tires poor,
Keep getting scratches on the windows,
Holes are showing 'round the doors;
Rudders creaking, cables wearing,
Corrosions eating up the floor;
This old tank won't last much longer,
Push it through that phase just once more.
Radar screen just sits and flashes,
Doppler seldom works much more;
Sextants all have 90 C.E.s,
HF sounding mighty poor;
TACAN sits there sad and spinning,
Center reads us one by four;
This old tank won't fly much longer,
Red X showing more and more.
But the parts keep right on coming,
And they cannonball for more;
And those ghostly orders echo-
"Put her up again once more!"
As the B-1 lands the last time,
And it's crew looks out the door;
There's the tanker there to meet them,
It will get them home once more.
No this tank won't fly much longer,
No this tank won't fly much more,
But you know it will fly however,
Or that's how SAC sees the score.
So keep those maintenance troops a pushing
Round the clock, or maybe more,
'Cause this bird has got a mission,
Can't buy a late time anymore.
So the next time you must fly her,
Gently push up one through four;
As you carefully check the EPeRs,
Push the water switch once more;
And as the overrun passes 'neath you
And you pull her up once more,
Thank God it won't fly much longer,
And pray you'll land once more!