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Oh Call him drunken Ira Hayes
You won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' 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 sparklin' 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 drinkin' 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 drinkin' 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 drinkin' 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 lyin' thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died
Ballad Of Ira Hayes (Album Version) - Johnny Cash
