[00:01.737]Gather round you people And a story i will tell
[00:06.517]About a brave young Indian you should remember well
[00:15.007]From the tribe of Pima Indians A proud and a peaceful band
[00:23.889]They farmed the Phoenix Valley in Arizona land
[00:32.248]Down their ditches for a thousand years The sparkling water rushed
[00:40.398]Till the white man stole their water rights and the running water hushed
[00:48.052]Now Ira's folks were hungry And their farms grew crops of weeds
[00:57.926]But when war came he volunteered And forgot the white man's greed
[01:05.424]Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[01:12.947]Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
[01:18.328]Yes, call him, drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[01:25.512]Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
[01:32.382]They started up Iwo Jima hill, two hundred and fifty men 250
[01:39.513]But only 27 lived to walk back down that hill again
[01:45.940]And when the fight was over And the old glory raised
[01:53.306]One of the men who held it high was the Indian Ira Hayes
[02:00.124]Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[02:06.890]Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
[02:12.924]Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[02:19.455]Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
[02:26.900]Now Ira returned a hero, celebrated throughout the land
[02:34.815]He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand
[02:41.110]But he was just a Pima Indian,no money,no crops,no chance
[02:48.268]And at home nobody cared what Ira had done And the wind did the Indian's dance
[02:56.235]Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[03:04.464]Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
[03:10.524]Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[03:16.506]Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
[03:22.697]And Ira started drinking hard, jail was often his home
[03:29.411]They let him raise the flag there and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone
[03:36.960]He died drunk early one morning, alone in the land he'd fought to save
[03:45.397]Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for Ira Hayes
[03:52.660]Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[04:00.679]Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
[04:06.295]Call him, drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[04:12.565]Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
[04:19.148]Yes, call him, drunken Ira Hayes, but his land is still as dry
[04:25.757]And his ghost is lying thirsty in the ditch where Ira died
[04:34.273]Call him, drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[04:46.054]Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
[04:52.010]Call him, drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[04:57.809]Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war