The Ballad Of Ira Hayes Akkorde von 
Hazel Dickens 
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Key: D major•
Verse 1
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Call
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him drunken ira hayes
He won't answer any more
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Not the whiskey drinkin'
indian
Not the marine who went to war
Verse 2
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Gather 'round me people There's
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a story I would tell
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About a brave young indian
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You should remember well
From the land of the pima indians
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A proud and noble band
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Who farmed the phoenix valley
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In arizona land
Verse 3
Down their ditches for a thousand years
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The waters grew ira's people's crops
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Till the white man stole
their water rights
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And their sparklin' water stopped
Now ira's folks grew hungry
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And their land grew crops of weeds
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When war came ira volunteered
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And for got the white man's greed
Verse 4
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Call him drunken ira hayes He
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won't answer any more
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Not the whiskey drinkin' indian
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Not the mar ine who went to
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war
Interlude 1
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Well,
Verse 5
they battle up
iwo jima hill
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Two hundred and fifty men
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But only twenty seven lived
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To walk back down again
When the fight was over
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And old glory raised
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Among the men who held it high
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Was in dian ira hayes
Verse 6
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Call him drunken ira hayes
He won't answer any more
Not the whiskey drinkin' indian
Not the marine who went to war
Verse 7
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Ira hayes returned a hero
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Celebrated through the land
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He was wined and
speeched and honored
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Every body shook his hand;
But he was just a pima indian
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No water, no home, no chance
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At home nobody cared what ira had done
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And when do the indians dance?
Verse 8
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Call him drunken ira hayes
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He won't answer any more;
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Not the whiskey drinkin' indian
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Not the marine who went to
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war
Interlude 2
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Verse 9
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Then ira started drinkin' hard
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Jail was often his home
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They let him raise the
flag and lower it
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As you would throw a dog a bone
He died drunk early one morning
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Alone in the land he'd fought to save
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Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
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Was the grave for ira hayes
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Verse 10
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Call him drunken ira hayes
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He won't answer any more
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Not the whiskey drinkin' indian
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Not the mar ine who went to war
Verse 11
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Yeah! call him drunken ira hayes
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But his land is just as dry
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And the ghost is lying thirsty
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In the ditch where ira died
TunerE A D G B E
Akkorde & SongtexteD G A
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