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Ira Hayes, Ira

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

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

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

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

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

There they battled up Iwo hill
Two and fifty men
But only twenty seven
To walk down again

And when the was over
And Glory' raised
the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira

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

Ira returned a hero
Celebrated through the
He was wined and and honored
shook his hand

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

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

Then Ira drinkin' hard
Jail was his home
They'd let him raise the flag and it
you'd 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 for Ira Hayes

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 is lyin' thirsty
In the where Ira died