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Ira Hayes, Ira

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

'round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young you should 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 Ira's people's crops
Till the white man stole their water
And the sparklin' water

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

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

There they battled up Iwo Jima's
Two and fifty men
But only twenty seven
To walk back again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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