The Ballad of Ira Hayes (Bear’s Sonic Journals: Live At The Carousel Ballroom, April 24 1968) Johnny Cash
[Intro]
Ira Hayes
Ira Hayes
[Chorus]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
[Verse 1]
Gather round me, people there’s a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian that we should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian, a proud and peaceful band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land
Down the ditches for a thousand years, the water grew Ira's peoples' crops
Until the whitе man stole the water rights, and thе sparkling 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 drinking Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Ira Hayes
Ira Hayes
[Chorus]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
[Verse 1]
Gather round me, people there’s a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian that we should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian, a proud and peaceful band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land
Down the ditches for a thousand years, the water grew Ira's peoples' crops
Until the whitе man stole the water rights, and thе sparkling 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 drinking Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
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