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Ira Hayes, Ira

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

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

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

Now Ira's folks were
And their land crops of weeds
When war came, Ira
And forgot the man's greed

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

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

And when the fight was
And 'Old raised
Among the men who 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 returned a
through the land
He was wined and speeched and
shook his hand

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

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

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

He died early 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 answer
Not the whiskey drinkin'
Nor the Marine went to war

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