文本歌词

The Ballad Of Ira Hayes - Peter Lafarge/Phil Ochs
Ira Hayes
Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' indian
Nor the marine that went to war
Gather round me people
And the story I would tell
About a brave young indian
You should remember well
From the travelled pima indian
The proud and peaceful man
Who farmed the phoenix valley
In Arizona land
Down the ditches
For a thousand years
That sparkling water rushed
Till the white man stole the water rights
And the runnin' water hushed
Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their farm grew crops of weeds
But when war came he volunteered
Forgot the white man's greed
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' indian
Nor the marine that went to war
Well they started up
Iwo Jima hill
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty seven lived
To walk back down again
And when that fight was over
And old glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the indian Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' indian
Nor the marine that went to war
Ira Hayes returned a hero
Celebrated through this land
He was wined and speeched and honored
And 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 do the indians dance
Call 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
Jail often was his home
They'd let him raise the flag there and lower it
As you'd throw a dog a bone
He died drunk early one mornin'
Alone in this land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was the grave for Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' indian
Nor the marine that went to war
Yes call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land there's still as dry
And his ghost it's a lyin' thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died