The Ballad Of Ira Hayes
Gather round you people And a story i will tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the tribe of Pima Indians A proud and a peaceful band
They farmed the Phoenix Valley in Arizona land
Down their ditches for a thousand years The sparkling water rushed
Till the white man stole their water rights and the running water hushed
Now Ira's folks were hungry And their farms grew crops of weeds
But when war came he volunteered And forgot the white man's greed
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Yes, call him, drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
They started up Iwo Jima hill, two hundred and fifty men 250
But only 27 lived to walk back down that hill again
And when the fight was over And the old glory raised
One of the men who held it high was the Indian Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Now Ira returned a hero, celebrated throughout the land
He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indian,no money,no crops,no chance
And at home nobody cared what Ira had done And the wind did the Indian's dance
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
And Ira started drinking hard, jail was often his home
They let him raise the flag there and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone
He died drunk early one morning, alone in the land he'd fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Call him, drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Yes, call him, drunken Ira Hayes, but his land is still as dry
And his ghost is lying thirsty in the ditch where Ira died
Call him, drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Call him, drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
The Ballad Of Ira HayesLRC歌词
[00:01.737]Gather round you people And a story i will tell
[00:06.517]About a brave young Indian you should remember well
[00:15.007]From the tribe of Pima Indians A proud and a peaceful band
[00:23.889]They farmed the Phoenix Valley in Arizona land
[00:32.248]Down their ditches for a thousand years The sparkling water rushed
[00:40.398]Till the white man stole their water rights and the running water hushed
[00:48.052]Now Ira's folks were hungry And their farms grew crops of weeds
[00:57.926]But when war came he volunteered And forgot the white man's greed
[01:05.424]Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[01:12.947]Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
[01:18.328]Yes, call him, drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[01:25.512]Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
[01:32.382]They started up Iwo Jima hill, two hundred and fifty men 250
[01:39.513]But only 27 lived to walk back down that hill again
[01:45.940]And when the fight was over And the old glory raised
[01:53.306]One of the men who held it high was the Indian Ira Hayes
[02:00.124]Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[02:06.890]Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
[02:12.924]Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[02:19.455]Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
[02:26.900]Now Ira returned a hero, celebrated throughout the land
[02:34.815]He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand
[02:41.110]But he was just a Pima Indian,no money,no crops,no chance
[02:48.268]And at home nobody cared what Ira had done And the wind did the Indian's dance
[02:56.235]Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[03:04.464]Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
[03:10.524]Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[03:16.506]Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
[03:22.697]And Ira started drinking hard, jail was often his home
[03:29.411]They let him raise the flag there and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone
[03:36.960]He died drunk early one morning, alone in the land he'd fought to save
[03:45.397]Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for Ira Hayes
[03:52.660]Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[04:00.679]Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
[04:06.295]Call him, drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[04:12.565]Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
[04:19.148]Yes, call him, drunken Ira Hayes, but his land is still as dry
[04:25.757]And his ghost is lying thirsty in the ditch where Ira died
[04:34.273]Call him, drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[04:46.054]Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
[04:52.010]Call him, drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[04:57.809]Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
