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Correct The Ballad Of Ira Hayes Lyrics
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Correct The Ballad Of Ira Hayes
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Call him drunken ira hayes He won't answer any more Not the whiskey drinkin' indian Not the marine who 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 indians A proud and noble band Who farmed the phoenix valley In arizona land Down their ditches for a thousand years The waters grew ira's people's crops Till the white man stole their water rights And their sparklin' water stopped Now ira's folks grew hungry And their land grew crops of weeds When war came ira volunteered And forgot the white man's greed Call him drunken ira hayes He won't answer any more Not the whiskey drinkin' indian Not the marine who went to war Well, they battle up iwo jima hill Two hundred and fifty men But only twenty seven lived To walk back down again When the fight was over And old glory raised Among the men who held it high Was indian ira hayes Call him drunken ira hayes He won't answer any more Not the whiskey drinkin' indian Not the marine who went to war Ira hayes 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 home, no chance At home nobody cared what ira had done And when do the indians dance? Call him drunken ira hayes He won't answer any more; Not the whiskey drinkin' indian Not the marine who went to war Then ira started drinkin' hard Jail was often his home They let him raise the flag and lower it As you would 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 any more Not the whiskey drinkin' indian Not the marine who went to war Yeah! call him drunken ira hayes But his land is just as dry And the ghost is lying thirsty In the ditch where ira died
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