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Johnny Cash performs "The Ballad of Ira Hayes"Live Video on Concert.

Johnny Cash performs "The Ballad of Ira Hayes"Live Video on Concert.

"The Ballad of Ira Hayes" is a song written by folk singer Peter La Farge. Its words tell the story of Ira Hayes, one of the six Marines and one who became famous for having raised the flag on Mount Suribachi during the Battle of Iwo Jima of World War II. Members of the Western Writers of America chose it as one of the Top 100 Western songs of all time

The most popular version is by Johnny Cash, which he recorded for the Bitter Tears concept album (containing mostly La Farge compositions) and reached number three on the Billboard Country Singles chart in 1964.

Johnny Cash  The Ballad Of Ira Hayes Lyrics

 

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 for a thousand years 

The water 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's hill, 

Two hundred and fifty men

But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again

 

And when the fight was over 

And when 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 returned a hero 

Celebrated through the land

He was wined and speeched and honored; 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 did 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 was often his home

They'd let him raise the flag and lower it

like you'd throw a dog a bone!

 

He died drunk one mornin' 

Alone in the land he fought to save

Two inches of water in a lonely ditch 

Was a 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

 

Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes 

But his land is just as dry

And his ghost is lyin' thirsty 

In the ditch where Ira died




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