The Ballad Of Ira Hayes (Album Version)-Hamilton Camp

[ti:The Ballad Of Ira Hayes] [ar:Hamilton Camp] [al:Welcome To Hamilton Camp] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Ballad Of Ira Hayes (Album Version) - Hamilton Camp [00:07.89]Call him drunken Ira Hayes [00:11.02]He won't answer anymore [00:13.45]Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian [00:15.94]Nor the Marine that went to war [00:22.72]Gather round me people there's a story I would tell [00:28.00]About a brave young Indian you may remember well [00:32.93]From the land of the Pima Indian [00:35.80]A proud and noble band [00:38.00]Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land [00:42.63]Down the ditches for a thousand years [00:45.35]The water grew Ira's peoples' crops [00:47.53]'Till the white man stole the water rights [00:50.52]And the sparklin' water stopped [00:52.76]Now Ira's folks were hungry [00:54.91]And their land grew crops of weeds [00:57.66]When war came Ira volunteered [01:00.36]And forgot the white man's greed [01:03.19]Call him drunken Ira Hayes [01:06.30]He won't answer anymore [01:08.56]Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian [01:10.88]Nor the Marine that went to war [01:17.69]There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill [01:20.14]Two hundred and fifty men [01:22.66]But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again [01:27.56]And when the fight was over [01:29.44]And when Old Glory raised [01:32.18]Among the men who held it high [01:34.42]Was the Indian Ira Hayes [01:38.87]Call him drunken Ira Hayes [01:41.88]He won't answer anymore [01:44.18]Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian [01:46.41]Nor the Marine that went to war [01:52.56]Ira returned a hero [01:55.64]Celebrated through the land [01:57.91]He was wined and speeched and honored; [01:59.73] [02:00.54]Everybody shook his hand [02:02.73]But he was just a Pima Indian [02:05.32]No water no crops no chance [02:07.62]At home nobody cared what Ira'd done [02:10.91]And when did the Indians dance [02:14.24]Then Ira started drinkin' hard; [02:16.62]Jail was often his home [02:18.63]They'd let him raise the flag and lower it [02:21.79]Like you'd throw a dog a bone [02:24.33]He died drunk one mornin' [02:26.44]Alone in the land he fought to save [02:29.29]Two inches of water in a lonely ditch [02:31.98]Was a grave for Ira Hayes [02:35.93]Call him drunken Ira Hayes [02:39.03]He won't answer anymore [02:41.53]Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian [02:43.73]Nor the Marine that went to war [02:47.05]Yeah call him drunken Ira Hayes [02:50.20]But his land is just as dry [02:52.69]And his ghost is lyin' thirsty [02:55.36]In the ditch where Ira died