歌曲名 Ballad Of Ira Hayes(1988 Version)

歌手名 Johnny Cash

作词：Peter Lafarge

作曲：Peter Lafarge

Oh Call him drunken Ira Hayes

You won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey drinking 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 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

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey drinking 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

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey drinking 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

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey drinking 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 lying thirsty

In the ditch where Ira died