Chords for Ballad Of Ira Hayes (Early Mix, 1987)
Tempo:
103 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
D
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Call him drunken Ira Hayes, [D] he won't answer anymore
Marine that went to war
Gather around me people.
story I would tell
remember well
peaceful band [E] who farmed the Phoenix Valley [A] in Arizona land
people's crops
stopped
Marine that went to war
Gather around me people.
story I would tell
remember well
peaceful band [E] who farmed the Phoenix Valley [A] in Arizona land
people's crops
stopped
100% ➙ 103BPM
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A
D
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_ Call him drunken Ira Hayes, [D] he won't answer anymore
Not the [E] whiskey drinking Indian [A] of the Marine that went to war _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Gather around me people.
There's a story I would tell
[E] About a brave young Indian [A] that we should remember well
from the tribe of the Pima Indian a [D] proud and peaceful band [E] who farmed the Phoenix Valley [A] in Arizona land
Down their ditches for a thousand years the waters [D] grew our people's crops
[E] Till the white man stole the water rights [A] and the sparkling water stopped
Now Ira's folks were hungry and [D] their land grew crops of weeds
[E] But when war came Ira volunteered and [A] forgot the white man's greed
_ Call him drunken Ira Hayes, [D] he won't answer anymore
[E] Not the whiskey drinking Indian [A] of the Marine that went to war _ _ _ _ _
_ _ There they battled up Iwo Jima's Hill
250 [D] men
[E] But only 27 live [A] to fight back down again
And when that fight was over [D] and when old glory raised
[E] Among the men to hold it high was the [A] Indian Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[E] Not the whiskey drinking Indian [A] of the Marine that went to war _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Ira Hayes returned the hero
_ [D]
Celebrated through the land.
[E] He was wined and speeched and honored
[A]
Everybody shook his hand, but he was just a Pima Indian
[D] No water, no crops, no chance [E] at home.
Nobody cared what Ira had done [A] and when the Indians dance
_ _ _ Ira started drinking hard
Jail was often his home [E] there.
They'd let him raise a flag and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone
He died drunk early one morning [D] alone in the land he fought to save
[E] Two inches of water and a lonely dish [A] was a grave for Ira Hayes
_ Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer [D] anymore
[E] Not the whiskey drinking Indian of [A] the Marine that went to war _
_ _ _ _ _ Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his [D] land is just as dry [E] and his ghost is lying thirsty [A] in the ditch where Ira [E] died
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
Not the [E] whiskey drinking Indian [A] of the Marine that went to war _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Gather around me people.
There's a story I would tell
[E] About a brave young Indian [A] that we should remember well
from the tribe of the Pima Indian a [D] proud and peaceful band [E] who farmed the Phoenix Valley [A] in Arizona land
Down their ditches for a thousand years the waters [D] grew our people's crops
[E] Till the white man stole the water rights [A] and the sparkling water stopped
Now Ira's folks were hungry and [D] their land grew crops of weeds
[E] But when war came Ira volunteered and [A] forgot the white man's greed
_ Call him drunken Ira Hayes, [D] he won't answer anymore
[E] Not the whiskey drinking Indian [A] of the Marine that went to war _ _ _ _ _
_ _ There they battled up Iwo Jima's Hill
250 [D] men
[E] But only 27 live [A] to fight back down again
And when that fight was over [D] and when old glory raised
[E] Among the men to hold it high was the [A] Indian Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
[E] Not the whiskey drinking Indian [A] of the Marine that went to war _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Ira Hayes returned the hero
_ [D]
Celebrated through the land.
[E] He was wined and speeched and honored
[A]
Everybody shook his hand, but he was just a Pima Indian
[D] No water, no crops, no chance [E] at home.
Nobody cared what Ira had done [A] and when the Indians dance
_ _ _ Ira started drinking hard
Jail was often his home [E] there.
They'd let him raise a flag and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone
He died drunk early one morning [D] alone in the land he fought to save
[E] Two inches of water and a lonely dish [A] was a grave for Ira Hayes
_ Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer [D] anymore
[E] Not the whiskey drinking Indian of [A] the Marine that went to war _
_ _ _ _ _ Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his [D] land is just as dry [E] and his ghost is lying thirsty [A] in the ditch where Ira [E] died
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
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