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Ira Hayes, Ira

Call him Ira Hayes
He won't answer
Not the drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine went 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 proud and noble
Who farmed the Valley in Arizona land

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

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

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

There they battled up Iwo hill
Two hundred and men
But twenty seven lived
To back down 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 Marine went to war

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

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

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

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

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

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

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