The Ballad Of Ira Hayes Lyrics
            Ira Hayes,
            Ira Hayes
        
            CHORUS:
            Call him drunken Ira Hayes
            He won't answer anymore
            Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
            Nor the Marine that went to war
        
            Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
            About a brave young Indian you should remember well
            From the land of the Pima Indian
            A proud and noble band
            Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land
        
            Down the ditches for a thousand years
            The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
            'Till the white man stole the water rights
            And the sparklin' water stopped
        
            Now Ira's folks were hungry
            And their land grew crops of weeds
            When war came, Ira volunteered
            And forgot the white man's greed
        
            CHORUS:
            Call him drunken Ira Hayes
            He won't answer anymore
            Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
            Nor the Marine that went to war
        
            There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,
            Two hundred and fifty men
            But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again
        
            And when the fight was over
            And when Old Glory raised
            Among the men who held it high
            Was the Indian, Ira Hayes
        
            CHORUS:
            Call him drunken Ira Hayes
            He won't answer anymore
            Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
            Nor the Marine that went to war
        
            Ira returned a hero
            Celebrated through the land
            He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand
        
            But he was just a Pima Indian
            No water, no crops, no chance
            At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
            And when did the Indians dance
        
            CHORUS:
            Call him drunken Ira Hayes
            He won't answer anymore
            Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
            Nor the Marine that went to war
        
            Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
            Jail was often his home
            They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
            like you'd throw a dog a bone!
        
            He died drunk one mornin'
            Alone in the land he fought to save
            Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
            Was a grave for Ira Hayes
        
            CHORUS:
            Call him drunken Ira Hayes
            He won't answer anymore
            Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
            Nor the Marine that went to war
        
            Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
            But his land is just as dry
            And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
            In the ditch where Ira died
        
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