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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 there's a I would tell
About a brave young you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian a proud and band
Who farmed the valley in Arizona land

Down the for a thousand years
The water grew Ira's peoples'
'Till the white man stole the water
And the water stopped

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

Call him drunken Ira
He answer anymore
Not the drinkin' Indian
Nor the that went to war

There they battled up Iwo hill
Two and fifty men
But twenty-seven
Lived to back down again

And when the fight was
And when Old raised
the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira

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

Ira a hero
Celebrated through the
He was wined and speeched and
Everybody shook his

But he was just a Pima
No water, no crops, no
At home nobody cared Ira'd done
And when did the dance

Call him drunken Ira
He answer anymore
Not the whiskey Indian
Nor the that went to war

Ira started drinkin' hard
Jail was often his
They'd let him raise the and lower it
Like throw a dog a bone

He died one mornin'
in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a ditch
Was a for Ira Hayes

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

Yeah, call him Ira Hayes
But his is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin'
In the ditch where Ira