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The Ballad of IRA Hayes (Live) - Kinky Friedman
Written by:P. La Farge
Gather round me people a story I will tell
'Bout a brave young Indian lad you should remember well
From a tribe of Pima Indians a proud and peaceful band
Who farmed the Phoenix Valley out in Arizona land
Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed
Till the white man stole the water rights and the running water hushed
Ira's folks was hungry their fields grew thick with weeds
But when war came Ira volunteered and forgot the white man's greed
Call him drunken Ira Hayes he won't answer anymore
Not that whiskey drinking Indian or Marine who went to war
Well they battled up Iwo Jima Hill two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty seven lived to walk back down again
And after the fight was over and Old Glory proudly raised
Among the men who held her high was an Indian Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes he won't answer anymore
Not that whiskey drinking Indian or Marine who went to war
Well Ira Hayes returned a hero celebrated throughout the land
He was wined and speeched and honored tell everybody shook his hand
But he's just a Pima Indian no food no friend no chance
Back home nobody cared what Ira did and when do the Indians dance
Well Ira took to drinking hard jail often was his home
They used to let him raise the flag there
And lower it just like you'd throw a dog a bone
And Ira died drunk early one morning all 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 that whiskey drinking Indian or Marine who went to war
Yeah call him drunken Ira Hayes but his lan is still is dry
And it's gost what is lan there thirty inthe dish where Ira died
Call him drunken Ira Hayes he won't answer anymore
Not that whiskey drinking Indian or Marine who went to war
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