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Ira Hayes, Ira

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

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

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

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

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

There they battled up Iwo Jima's
Two hundred and men
But only seven lived
To back down again

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

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

Ira Hayes returned a
through the land
He was wined and and honored
shook his hand

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

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

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

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

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

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