The Ballad of Ira Hayes Bears Sonic Journals: Live At The Carousel Ballroom April 24 1968
[Intro]
Ira Hayes
Ira Hayes

[Chorus]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

[Verse 1]
Gather round me, people there’s a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian that we should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian, a proud and peaceful band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land
Down the ditches for a thousand years, the water grew Ira's peoples' crops
Until the whitе man stole the water rights, and thе sparkling water stopped
Now Ira’s folks were hungry, and their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered, and forgot the white man's greed

[Chorus]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
[Verse 2]
There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill, two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again
And when the fight was over, and when Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high was the Indian, Ira Hayes

[Chorus]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

[Verse 3]
Ira Hayes returned a hero, celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indian, no water, no home, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira done, and when did the Indians dance?
Then Ira started drinking hard, jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag and lower it, like you'd throw a dog a bone
He died drunk early one morning, alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was a grave for Ira Hayes

[Chorus]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
[Outro]
Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes, but his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lying thirsty in the ditch where Ira died