Ballad of Ira Hayes (Live at Newport Folk Festival, Newport, RI, July 25, 1964)-Johnny Cash

[ti:Ballad Of Ira Hayes(Live at Newport Folk Festival, Newport,)] [ar:Johnny Cash] [al:Bootleg 3: Live Around the World] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Ballad of Ira Hayes (Live at Newport Folk Festival, Newport, RI, July 25, 1964) - Johnny Cash [00:01.70]Ira Hayes [00:20.85]Call him drunken Ira Hayes [00:24.96]He won't answer anymore [00:27.77]Not the whiskey drinking Indian [00:30.25]Nor the Marine that went to war [00:39.21]Gather round me people there's a story I would tell [00:44.29]About a brave young Indian we should remember well [00:49.17]From the trave of the Pima Indian [00:52.07]A proud and peaceful band [00:54.58]Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land [00:59.78]Down the ditches for a thousand years [01:02.86]The water grew Ira's peoples' crops [01:05.08]Till the white man stole the water rights [01:07.94]And the sparklingg water stopped [01:10.53]Now Ira's folks were hungry [01:12.98]And their land grew crops of weeds but [01:15.80]When war came Ira volunteered [01:18.29]And forgot the white man's greed [01:22.05]Call him drunken Ira Hayes [01:24.66]He won't answer anymore [01:27.55]Not the whiskey drinking Indian [01:30.36]Nor the Marine that went to war [01:37.37]There they battled up the bima Jima hill [01:40.05]Two hundred and fifty men [01:42.67]But only twenty-seven lived to fight [01:45.88]Bback down again [01:48.02]And when the fight was over [01:50.31]And when Old Glory raised [01:53.02]Among the men who held it high [01:55.67]Was the Indian Ira Hayes [01:59.38]Call him drunken Ira Hayes [02:02.19]He won't answer anymore [02:04.85]Not the whiskey drinking Indian [02:07.29]Nor the Marine that went to war [02:12.44]Ira returned a hero [02:15.23]Celebrated through the land [02:18.31]He was wined and speeched and honored [02:21.34]Everybody shook his hand [02:23.63]But he was just a Pima Indian [02:26.37]No water no crops no chance [02:29.00]At home nobody cared what Ira'd done [02:31.88]And when did the Indians dance [02:35.94]Then Ira started drinking hard [02:38.66]Jail was often his home [02:41.10]They'd let him raise the flag and lower it [02:43.73]Like you'd throw a dog a bone [02:47.91]He died drunk one morning [02:49.96]Alone in the land he fought to save [02:52.49]Two inches of water in a lonely ditch [02:54.55]Was a grave for Ira Hayes [02:58.05]Call him drunken Ira Hayes [03:00.96]He won't answer anymore [03:03.60]Not the whiskey drinking Indian [03:05.89]Nor the Marine that went to war [03:09.65]Yeah call him drunken Ira Hayes [03:13.24]But his land is just as dry [03:15.52]And his ghost is lying thirsty [03:18.49]In the ditch where Ira died