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Some information about The Ballad of Ira Hayes Lyrics Title: Bob Dylan - The Ballad of Ira Hayes lyrics Artist: Bob Dylan Album: Dylan Visitors: 8 visitors have visited The Ballad of Ira Hayes Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. Gather round you people and a story I will tell About a brave young Indian you should remember well From the tribe of Pima Indiansa 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 Ira s folks were hungry and their farms wene crops of weeds But when war came he volunteers and forgotthe white man s greed Call himDrunken Ira Hayeshe won t answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war Yescall himDrunken Ira Hayeshe won t answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war. They started up Iwo Jima Hill250 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 himDrunken Ira Hayeshe won t answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war Call himDrunken Ira Hayeshe won t answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war. Now Ira returned a herocelebrated throughout the land He was wined and speeched and honoredeverybody shook his hand But he was just a Pima Indianno money cropsno chance And at home nobody cared what Ira had done and the wind did the Indian s dance Call himDrunken Ira Hayeshe won t answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war Call himDrunken Ira Hayeshe won t answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war. And Ira started drinking hardjail was often his home They let him raise the flag there and lower it like you d throw a dog a bone He died drunk early one morningalone in the land he had fought to save Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for Ira Hayes Call himDrunken Ira Hayeshe won t answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war Yescall himDrunken Ira Hayeshe won t answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war. Yescall himDrunken Ira Hayesbut his land is still as dry And his ghost is lying thirsty in the ditch where Ira died Call himDrunken Ira Hayeshe won t answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war Yescall himDrunken Ira Hayeshe won t answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war. Hottest songs from Bob Dylan : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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