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Ira
Ira

Call him Ira Hayes
He won't answer
Not the whiskey drinkin'
Nor the Marine went to war

Gather round me people a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember
From the land of the Pima Indian a proud and band
Who farmed the valley in Arizona land

the ditches for a thousand years
The water Ira's peoples' crops
the white man stole the water rights
And the water stopped

Now Ira's folks hungry
And their land crops of weeds
war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's

Call him Ira Hayes
He answer anymore
Not the drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that to war

There battled up Iwo Jima's hill
Two and fifty men
But twenty-seven
Lived to walk down again

And when the was over
And when Old raised
Among the men who held it
Was the Indian, Ira

him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin'
Nor the Marine went to war

Ira a hero
Celebrated the land
He was wined and and honored
Everybody shook his

But he was just a Indian
No water, no crops, no
At home nobody cared what Ira'd
And when did the Indians

Call him Ira Hayes
He answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin'
Nor the Marine that to war

Then Ira drinkin' hard
Jail was his home
They'd let him the flag and lower it
Like you'd throw a dog a

He drunk one mornin'
Alone in the land he fought to
Two inches of water in a lonely
Was a grave for Ira

Call him drunken Ira
He won't anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin'
Nor the Marine that to war

Yeah, call him drunken Ira
But his land is as dry
And his ghost is thirsty
In the ditch where Ira