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Ballad of Ira Hayes

アーティスト:Charley Pride 

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Ira Hayes... Ira Hayes... Call him drunken Ira Hayes, He won't answer anymore, Not the whiskey drinking Indian, Or the marine that went to war. Gather 'round me people, There's a story I would tell, 'Bout a brave young Indian, You should remember well. From the land of the Pima Indian, A proud and noble band, Who farmed the Pheonix Valley, In Arizona land. Down the ditches a thousand years, The waters grew Ira's peoples' crops, 'Til the white man stole their water rights, And the 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. Call him drunken Ira Hayes, He won't answer anymore, Not the whiskey drinking Indian, Or the marine that went to war. There they battled up Hirajima hill, Two hundred and fifty men, But only twenty-seven lived, To walk back down again. And when the fight was over, And Old Glory raised, Among the men who held it high, Was the Indian, Ira Hayes. Call him drunken Ira Hayes,


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