Verse
B E Emaj7 C#m
Gather round me, people, and a story I will tell
F# E Emaj7 B
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
E Emaj7 C#m
From the tribe of Pima Indians, a proud and a peaceful band,
F# E Emaj7 B
They farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land.
B E Emaj7 C#m
Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed,
F# E Emaj7 B
Till the white man stole their water rights and the running water hushed.
E Emaj7 C#m
Now Ira's folks were hungry, and their farms grew crops of weeds.
F# E Emaj7 B
But when war came, he volunteered and forgot the white man's greed.
B B/A# B7/A
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
E Emaj7 C#m
He won't answer anymore,
F#
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
E/B B
Or the Marine who went to war.
B B/A# B7/A
Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes
E Emaj7 C#m
He won't answer anymore,
F#
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
E/B B
Or the Marine who went to war.
B E Emaj7 C#m
They started up Iwo Jima hill, two hundred and fifty men,
F# E Emaj7 B
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down that hill again.
B E Emaj7 C#m
And when the fight was over and Old Glory raised
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One of the men who held it high was the Indian, Ira Hayes.
B B/A# B7/A
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
E Emaj7 C#m
He won't answer anymore,
F#
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
E/B B
Or the Marine who went to war.
B B/A# B7/A
Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes
E Emaj7 C#m
He won't answer anymore,
F#
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
E/B B
Or the Marine who went to war.
B E Emaj7 C#m
Now, Ira returned a hero, celebrated throughout the land
F# E Emaj7 B
He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand.
B E Emaj7 C#m
But he was just a Pima Indian - no money, no crops, no chance -
F# E Emaj7 B
And at home nobody cared what Ira'd done, and when do the Indians dance?
B B/A# B7/A
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
E Emaj7 C#m
He won't answer anymore,
F#
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
E/B B
Or the Marine who went to war.
B B/A# B7/A
Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes
E Emaj7 C#m
He won't answer anymore,
F#
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
E/B B
Or the Marine who went to war.
B E Emaj7 C#m
Then Ira started drinking hard, jail was often his home.
F# E Emaj7 B
They let him raise the flag there and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone.
B E Emaj7 C#m
He died drunk early one morning, alone in the land he'd fought to save.
F# E Emaj7 B
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for Ira Hayes.
B B/A# B7/A
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
E Emaj7 C#m
He won't answer anymore,
F#
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
E/B B
Or the Marine who went to war.
B B/A# B7/A
Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes
E Emaj7 C#m
He won't answer anymore,
F#
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
E/B B
Or the Marine who went to war.
B E Emaj7 C#m
Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes, but his land is still as dry,
F# E Emaj7 B
And his ghost is lying thirsty In the ditch where Ira died.
B B/A# B7/A
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
E Emaj7 C#m
He won't answer anymore,
F#
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
E/B B
Or the Marine who went to war.
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