Verse
F A# A#maj7 Gm
Gather round me, people, and a story I will tell
C A# A#maj7 F
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
A# A#maj7 Gm
From the tribe of Pima Indians, a proud and a peaceful band,
C A# A#maj7 F
They farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land.
F A# A#maj7 Gm
Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed,
C A# A#maj7 F
Till the white man stole their water rights and the running water hushed.
A# A#maj7 Gm
Now Ira's folks were hungry, and their farms grew crops of weeds.
C A# A#maj7 F
But when war came, he volunteered and forgot the white man's greed.
F F/E F7/D#
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
A# A#maj7 Gm
He won't answer anymore,
C
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
A#/F F
Or the Marine who went to war.
F F/E F7/D#
Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes
A# A#maj7 Gm
He won't answer anymore,
C
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
A#/F F
Or the Marine who went to war.
F A# A#maj7 Gm
They started up Iwo Jima hill, two hundred and fifty men,
C A# A#maj7 F
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down that hill again.
F A# A#maj7 Gm
And when the fight was over and Old Glory raised
C A# A#maj7 F
One of the men who held it high was the Indian, Ira Hayes.
F F/E F7/D#
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
A# A#maj7 Gm
He won't answer anymore,
C
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
A#/F F
Or the Marine who went to war.
F F/E F7/D#
Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes
A# A#maj7 Gm
He won't answer anymore,
C
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
A#/F F
Or the Marine who went to war.
F A# A#maj7 Gm
Now, Ira returned a hero, celebrated throughout the land
C A# A#maj7 F
He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand.
F A# A#maj7 Gm
But he was just a Pima Indian - no money, no crops, no chance -
C A# A#maj7 F
And at home nobody cared what Ira'd done, and when do the Indians dance?
F F/E F7/D#
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
A# A#maj7 Gm
He won't answer anymore,
C
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
A#/F F
Or the Marine who went to war.
F F/E F7/D#
Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes
A# A#maj7 Gm
He won't answer anymore,
C
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
A#/F F
Or the Marine who went to war.
F A# A#maj7 Gm
Then Ira started drinking hard, jail was often his home.
C A# A#maj7 F
They let him raise the flag there and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone.
F A# A#maj7 Gm
He died drunk early one morning, alone in the land he'd fought to save.
C A# A#maj7 F
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for Ira Hayes.
F F/E F7/D#
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
A# A#maj7 Gm
He won't answer anymore,
C
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
A#/F F
Or the Marine who went to war.
F F/E F7/D#
Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes
A# A#maj7 Gm
He won't answer anymore,
C
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
A#/F F
Or the Marine who went to war.
F A# A#maj7 Gm
Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes, but his land is still as dry,
C A# A#maj7 F
And his ghost is lying thirsty In the ditch where Ira died.
F F/E F7/D#
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
A# A#maj7 Gm
He won't answer anymore,
C
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
A#/F F
Or the Marine who went to war.
Bagikan Chords / Lirik Lagu ini ke teman-temanmu :
