The Ballad of Ira Hayes-Johnny Cash

[ti:The Ballad of Ira Hayes (Live)] [ar:Johnny Cash] [al:A Boy Named Johnny] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Ballad of Ira Hayes (Live) - Johnny Cash (约翰尼·卡什) [00:19.72]Written by：Peter Lafarge/Peter Lafar [00:39.44]Call him drunken Ira Hayes [00:42.86] [00:43.39]He won't answer anymore [00:45.84] [00:46.61]Not the whiskey drinkin' indian [00:49.09]Nor the marine that went to war [00:51.68] [00:57.98]Gather round me people [00:59.26] [00:59.85]There's a story I would tell [01:01.81] [01:02.83]About a brave young indian [01:04.35] [01:05.05]That you should remember well [01:06.86] [01:07.45]From the tribe of the Pima indian [01:10.17]A proud and peaceful band [01:12.26] [01:12.85]Who farmed the Phoenix valley [01:14.73] [01:15.90]In Arizona land [01:17.10] [01:17.75]Down the ditches for a thousand years [01:20.96]The water grew Ira's peoples' crops [01:23.36]'Till the white man stole the water rights [01:26.06]And the sparklin' water stopped [01:27.96] [01:28.83]Now Ira's folks were hungry [01:30.64] [01:31.15]And their land grew crops of weeds [01:33.31] [01:33.84]And when war came [01:35.23]Ira volunteered [01:36.53]And forgot the white man's greed [01:38.43] [01:39.92]Call him drunken Ira Hayes [01:42.52]He won't answer anymore [01:44.91] [01:45.45]Not the whiskey drinkin' indian [01:47.83]Nor the marine that went to war [01:50.38] [01:55.85]There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill [01:58.58]Two hundred and fifty men [02:00.22] [02:01.11]But only twenty seven lived [02:03.75]To fight back down again [02:05.17] [02:05.90]And when the fight was over [02:07.79] [02:08.50]And when old glory raised [02:11.08]Among the men who held it high [02:13.59]Was the indian Ira Hayes [02:16.01] [02:16.94]Call him drunken Ira Hayes [02:19.96]He won't answer anymore [02:21.92] [02:22.43]Not the whiskey drinkin' indian [02:24.79]Nor the marine that went to war [02:27.11] [02:32.27]Ira Hayes returned a hero [02:34.74]Celebrated through the land [02:36.55] [02:37.69]He was wined and speeched and honored [02:40.09] [02:40.72]Everybody shook his hand [02:42.43] [02:42.93]But he was just a Pima indian [02:44.76] [02:45.87]No water no crops [02:47.04]No chance [02:47.65] [02:48.18]At home nobody cared what Ira'd done [02:50.83]And when did the indians dance [02:52.92] [02:56.34]Then Ira started drinkin' hard [02:58.61]Jail was often his home [03:00.15] [03:00.74]They'd let him raise the flag and lower it [03:03.21]Like you'd throw a dog a bone [03:05.10] [03:07.13]He died drunk early one mornin' [03:09.42]Alone in the land he fought to save [03:11.77] [03:12.38]Two inches of water in a lonely ditch [03:14.77]Was a grave for Ira Hayes [03:16.81] [03:18.36]Call him drunken Ira Hayes [03:20.83]He won't answer anymore [03:23.10] [03:23.64]Not the whiskey drinkin' indian [03:26.10]Nor the marine that went to war [03:28.76] [03:30.40]Yeah call him drunken Ira Hayes [03:34.09]But his land is just as dry [03:36.37]And his ghost is lyin' thirsty [03:38.19] [03:38.91]In the ditch where Ira died