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The Ballad Of Ira Hayes - BOB DYLAN |
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Gather round you people and a story I will tell About a brave young Indian you should remember well From the tribe of Pima Indians, a proud and a peaceful band They farmed the Phoenix Valley in Arizona land Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed Till their white man stole their water rights and the running water hushed Now Iras folks were hungry and their farms wene crops of weeds But when war came he volunteers and forgot, the white mans greed Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he wont answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war Yes, call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he wont answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war. They started up Iwo Jima Hill, 250 men But only 27 lived to walk back down that hill again And when the fight was over and the old glory raised One of the men who held it high was the Indian Ira Hayes Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he wont answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he wont answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war. Now Ira returned a hero, celebrated throughout the land He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand But he was just a Pima Indian, no money crops, no chance And at home nobody cared what Ira had done and the wind did the Indians dance Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he wont answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he wont answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war. And Ira started drinking hard, jail was often his home They let him raise the flag there and lower it like youd throw a dog a bone He died drunk early one morning, alone in the land he had fought to save Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for Ira Hayes Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he wont answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war Yes, call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he wont answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war. Yes, call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, but his land is still as dry And his ghost is lying thirsty in the ditch where Ira died Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he wont answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war Yes, call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he wont answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war. |
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