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Ira
Ira

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

Gather round me people there's a story I would
About a brave young Indian you remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian a and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix in Arizona land

Down the for a thousand years
The water grew peoples' crops
'Till the white man the water rights
And the sparklin' stopped

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

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

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

And when the was over
And when Old Glory
Among the men who it high
Was the Indian, Ira

him drunken Ira Hayes
He answer anymore
Not the whiskey Indian
Nor the Marine that to war

Ira returned a
Celebrated through the
He was and speeched and honored
Everybody shook his

But he was just a Indian
No water, no crops, no
At home nobody cared what done
And when did the dance

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

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

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

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

Yeah, him drunken Ira Hayes
But his is just as dry
And his ghost is thirsty
In the where Ira died