《The Ballad of Ira Hayes (Live)》歌词

[00:00:00] The Ballad of Ira Hayes (Live) - Johnny Cash

[00:00:02] Written by：Peter Lafarge/Peter Lafar

[00:00:39] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:00:43] He won't answer anymore

[00:00:46] Not the whiskey drinkin' indian

[00:00:49] Nor the marine that went to war

[00:00:57] Gather round me people

[00:00:59] There's a story I would tell

[00:01:02] About a brave young indian

[00:01:05] That you should remember well

[00:01:07] From the tribe of the Pima indian

[00:01:10] A proud and peaceful band

[00:01:12] Who farmed the Phoenix valley

[00:01:15] In Arizona land

[00:01:17] Down the ditches for a thousand years

[00:01:20] The water grew Ira's peoples' crops

[00:01:23] 'Till the white man stole the water rights

[00:01:26] And the sparklin' water stopped

[00:01:28] Now Ira's folks were hungry

[00:01:31] And their land grew crops of weeds

[00:01:33] And when war came

[00:01:35] Ira volunteered

[00:01:36] And forgot the white man's greed

[00:01:39] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:01:42] He won't answer anymore

[00:01:45] Not the whiskey drinkin' indian

[00:01:47] Nor the marine that went to war

[00:01:55] There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill

[00:01:58] Two hundred and fifty men

[00:02:01] But only twenty seven lived

[00:02:03] To fight back down again

[00:02:05] And when the fight was over

[00:02:08] And when old glory raised

[00:02:11] Among the men who held it high

[00:02:13] Was the indian Ira Hayes

[00:02:16] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:02:19] He won't answer anymore

[00:02:22] Not the whiskey drinkin' indian

[00:02:24] Nor the marine that went to war

[00:02:32] Ira Hayes returned a hero

[00:02:34] Celebrated through the land

[00:02:37] He was wined and speeched and honored

[00:02:40] Everybody shook his hand

[00:02:42] But he was just a Pima indian

[00:02:45] No water no crops

[00:02:47] No chance

[00:02:48] At home nobody cared what Ira'd done

[00:02:50] And when did the indians dance

[00:02:56] Then Ira started drinkin' hard

[00:02:58] Jail was often his home

[00:03:00] They'd let him raise the flag and lower it

[00:03:03] Like you'd throw a dog a bone

[00:03:07] He died drunk early one mornin'

[00:03:09] Alone in the land he fought to save

[00:03:12] Two inches of water in a lonely ditch

[00:03:14] Was a grave for Ira Hayes

[00:03:18] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:03:20] He won't answer anymore

[00:03:23] Not the whiskey drinkin' indian

[00:03:26] Nor the marine that went to war

[00:03:30] Yeah call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:03:34] But his land is just as dry

[00:03:36] And his ghost is lyin' thirsty

[00:03:38] In the ditch where Ira died