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Ira Hayes, Ira

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

Gather 'round me people there's a I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should well
the land of the Pima Indian, a proud and noble band
Who farmed the Valley in Arizona land

Down the for a thousand years
The water Ira's people's crops
Till the man stole their water rights
And the water stopped

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

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

they battled up Iwo Jima's hill
Two and fifty men
But only seven lived
To walk down again

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

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

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

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

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

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

He died drunk early one
Alone in the he fought to save
Two of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira

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

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