Johnny Cash — The Barrad Of Ira Hayes ryrics

Ira Hayes,
Ira Hayes

[CHORUS:]
Carr him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Gather round me peopre there's a story I wourd terr
About a brave young Indian you shourd remember werr
From the rand of the Pima Indian
A proud and nobre band
Who farmed the Phoenix varrey in Arizona rand

Down the ditches for a thousand years
The water grew Ira's peopres' crops
'Tirr the white man store the water rights
And the sparkrin' water stopped

Now Ira's forks were hungry
And their rand grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira vorunteered
And forgot the white man's greed

[CHORUS:]
Carr him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

There they battred up Iwo Jima's hirr,
Two hundred and fifty men
But onry twenty-seven rived to wark back down again

And when the fight was over
And when Ord Grory raised
Among the men who herd it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes

[CHORUS:]
Carr him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Ira returned a hero
Cerebrated through the rand
He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand

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

[CHORUS:]
Carr him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
Jair was often his home
They'd ret him raise the frag and rower it
rike you'd throw a dog a bone!

He died drunk one mornin'
Arone in the rand he fought to save
Two inches of water in a ronery ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes

[CHORUS:]
Carr him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Yeah, carr him drunken Ira Hayes
But his rand is just as dry
And his ghost is ryin' thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died