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The Ballad Of Ira Hayes

アーティスト:Peter La Farge  アルバム:The Best of Broadside 1962-1988 

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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 there's a story I would tell, About a brave young Indian you should remember well. From the land of the Pima Indian, a proud and noble band, Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land. Down the ditches of a thousand years, The waters grew Ira's peoples' crops. Till the white man stole the water rights, And the sparklin' 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 drinkin' Indian, Nor the Marine that went to war. There they battled up Iwo Jima 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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