Johnny Cash - Ballad Of Ira Hayes Chords

 
         
         
         
         
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Standard guitar tuning:
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Ira HayeAs, Ira HayeDs. Call him Adrunken Ira Hayes, he won't Danswer anymore; not the Ewhiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the mAarine that went to war. A Gather 'round me, people. There's a Dstory I would tell E'bout a brave young Indian yoAu should remember well, from the land of the Pima Indians,D a proud and nobel band, Ewho farmed the Phoenix Valley inA Arizona land. ADown their ditches a thousand years, the wDaters grew Ira's people's crops till the Ewhite man stole their water rights and the Asparklin' water stopped. Now, Ira's folks were hungry aDnd their land grew crops of weeds. EWhen the war came, Ira volunteered aAnd forgot the white man's greed. Call him Adrunken Ira Hayes, he won't aDnswer anymore; not the Ewhiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the maArine that went to war. There they Abattled up Iwo Jima Hill;D 250 men, E but only 27 lived to Awalk back down again. And when the fight was over, Dand Old Glory raised, E among the men who held it high was the AIndian, Ira Hayes. Call him Adrunken Ira Hayes, he won't Danswer anymore; not the Ewhiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the maArine that went to war. Ira AHayes returned a hero, cDelebrated through the land. He was Ewined and speeched and honored, evA'rybody shook his hand. But he was just a Pima Indian; Dno water, no home, no chance. At Ehome nobody cared what Ira had done. And Awhen do the Indians dance? Call him Adrunken Ira Hayes, he won't aDnswer anymore; not the Ewhiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the mAarine that went to war. Then AIra started drinkin' hardD; jail was often his home. They Elet him raise the flag and lower it like Ayou'd throw a dog a bone. He died drunk early one morningD, alone in the land he fought to save. E Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was a gArave for Ira Hayes. Call him Adrunken Ira Hayes, he won't aDnswer anymore; not the Ewhiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the Amarine that went to war. Yeah, call him Adrunken Ira HayesD, but his land is just as dry, E and his ghost is lyin' thirstyA in the ditch were Ira died.