[00:01.13]Artist：johnny cash
[00:02.64]Songs Title：the ballad of ira hayes
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[00:17.04]Ira Hayes
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[00:20.79]Call him drunken Ira Hayes
[00:24.53]He won't answer anymore
[00:27.71]Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
[00:30.27]Nor the Marine that went to war
[00:34.34]
[00:39.52]Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
[00:44.76]About a brave young Indian you should remember well
[00:49.47]From the land of the Pima Indian
[00:52.59]A proud and noble band
[00:55.15]Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land
[01:01.02]Down the ditches for a thousand years
[01:03.39]The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
[01:06.01]'Till the white man stole the water rights
[01:08.57]And the sparklin' water stopped
[01:11.75]Now Ira's folks were hungry
[01:14.25]And their land grew crops of weeds
[01:16.80]When war came, Ira volunteered
[01:19.55]And forgot the white man's greed
[01:20.92]Call him drunken Ira Hayes
[01:25.54]He won't answer anymore
[01:28.53]Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
[01:30.97]Nor the Marine that went to war
[01:33.35]
[01:36.53]There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,
[01:39.96]Two hundred and fifty men
[01:42.40]But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again
[01:47.51]And when the fight was over
[01:49.88]And when Old Glory raised
[01:52.63]Among the men who held it high
[01:55.31]Was the Indian, Ira Hayes
[02:05.67]Call him drunken Ira Hayes
[02:08.36]He won't answer anymore
[02:11.16]Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
[02:13.53]Nor the Marine that went to war
[02:22.02]Ira returned a hero
[02:25.02]Celebrated through the land
[02:27.26]He was wined and speeched and honored;
[02:30.19]Everybody shook his hand
[02:32.44]But he was just a Pima Indian
[02:35.44]No water, no crops, no chance
[02:37.93]At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
[02:40.74]And when did the Indians dance
[02:43.98]Call him drunken Ira Hayes
[02:46.79]He won't answer anymore
[02:49.66]Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
[02:51.85]Nor the Marine that went to war
[02:54.78]
[02:57.83]Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
[03:00.70]Jail was often his home
[03:03.09]They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
[03:05.53]like you'd throw a dog a bone!
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[03:10.60]He died drunk one mornin'
[03:13.97]Alone in the land he fought to save
[03:16.40]Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
[03:18.58]Was a grave for Ira Hayes
[03:22.14]Call him drunken Ira Hayes
[03:24.70]He won't answer anymore
[03:27.70]Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
[03:29.88]Nor the Marine that went to war
[03:35.00]Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
[03:38.74]But his land is just as dry
[03:41.42]And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
[03:42.58]
[03:44.33]In the ditch where Ira died