《The Ballad Of Ira Hayes(Album Version)》歌词

[00:00:00] The Ballad Of Ira Hayes - Hamilton Camp

[00:00:07] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:00:11] He won't answer anymore

[00:00:13] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian

[00:00:15] Nor the Marine that went to war

[00:00:22] Gather round me people there's a story I would tell

[00:00:28] About a brave young Indian you may remember well

[00:00:32] From the land of the Pima Indian

[00:00:35] A proud and noble band

[00:00:38] Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land

[00:00:42] Down the ditches for a thousand years

[00:00:45] The water grew Ira's peoples' crops

[00:00:47] 'Till the white man stole the water rights

[00:00:50] And the sparklin' water stopped

[00:00:52] Now Ira's folks were hungry

[00:00:54] And their land grew crops of weeds

[00:00:57] When war came Ira volunteered

[00:01:00] And forgot the white man's greed

[00:01:03] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:01:06] He won't answer anymore

[00:01:08] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian

[00:01:10] Nor the Marine that went to war

[00:01:17] There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill

[00:01:20] Two hundred and fifty men

[00:01:22] But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again

[00:01:27] And when the fight was over

[00:01:29] And when Old Glory raised

[00:01:32] Among the men who held it high

[00:01:34] Was the Indian Ira Hayes

[00:01:38] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:01:41] He won't answer anymore

[00:01:44] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian

[00:01:46] Nor the Marine that went to war

[00:01:52] Ira returned a hero

[00:01:55] Celebrated through the land

[00:01:57] He was wined and speeched and honored;

[00:02:00] Everybody shook his hand

[00:02:02] But he was just a Pima Indian

[00:02:05] No water no crops no chance

[00:02:07] At home nobody cared what Ira'd done

[00:02:10] And when did the Indians dance

[00:02:14] Then Ira started drinkin' hard;

[00:02:16] Jail was often his home

[00:02:18] They'd let him raise the flag and lower it

[00:02:21] Like you'd throw a dog a bone

[00:02:24] He died drunk one mornin'

[00:02:26] Alone in the land he fought to save

[00:02:29] Two inches of water in a lonely ditch

[00:02:31] Was a grave for Ira Hayes

[00:02:35] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:02:39] He won't answer anymore

[00:02:41] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian

[00:02:43] Nor the Marine that went to war

[00:02:47] Yeah call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:02:50] But his land is just as dry

[00:02:52] And his ghost is lyin' thirsty

[00:02:55] In the ditch where Ira died