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Ira Hayes, Ira

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

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

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

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

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

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

And when the fight was
And 'Old Glory'
Among the men who held it
Was the Indian, Ira

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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