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Ira Hayes, Ira

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

Gather 'round me people there's a story I tell
a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian, a proud and noble
Who the Phoenix Valley in Arizona land

Down the ditches for a thousand
The grew Ira's people's crops
Till the white man stole their rights
And the sparklin' water

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

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

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

And the fight was over
And 'Old Glory'
the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira

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

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

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

Call him drunken Ira
He answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin'
Nor the Marine went to war

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

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

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

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