Chords for Johnny Cash - The Ballad Of Ira Hayes (Live at Newport 1964)
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Ira Hayes was a great hero.
We don't try to be too commercial with our recordings, but if you'd like it, it's Columbia record number CO128346.
[Bb] Call him droppin' Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore.
Indian, nor the Marine that went to [Bb] war.
Gather round me people, [Eb] there's a story I would tell, [F] about a brave young Indian we should remember well.
band [F] who farmed the Phoenix Valley [Bb] in Arizona land.
Down their [F] ditches for a thousand years, the waters grew Ira's people's crops,
man stole the water rights and the sparkling water stopped.
We don't try to be too commercial with our recordings, but if you'd like it, it's Columbia record number CO128346.
[Bb] Call him droppin' Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore.
Indian, nor the Marine that went to [Bb] war.
Gather round me people, [Eb] there's a story I would tell, [F] about a brave young Indian we should remember well.
band [F] who farmed the Phoenix Valley [Bb] in Arizona land.
Down their [F] ditches for a thousand years, the waters grew Ira's people's crops,
man stole the water rights and the sparkling water stopped.
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_ _ _ Ira Hayes _ was a great hero.
The song was written by Peter Lafarge.
It's our latest _ [C] recording on Columbia.
We don't try to be too commercial with our recordings, but if you'd like it, it's Columbia record number CO128346.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ Call him droppin' Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore.
[F] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the Marine that went to [Bb] war. _ _ _
_ _ _ Gather round me people, [Eb] there's a story I would tell, [F] about a brave young Indian we should remember well.
From the tribe [Bb] of the Pima Indian, a proud and peaceful band [F] who farmed the Phoenix Valley [Bb] in Arizona land.
Down their [F] ditches for a thousand years, the waters grew Ira's people's crops,
[F] till the white man stole the water rights and the sparkling water stopped.
Now Ira's folks were [Fm] hungry, [Bb] and their land grew crops of weeds, [F] but when war came, Ira [Fm] volunteered and forgot the [Bb] white man's greed.
Call him droppin' Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore.
[F] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the Marine that went to war.
[Bb] There _ _ _ _ they battled up Iwo Jima Hill, 250 men, [F] but only 27 lived to [Bb] fight back down again.
[Bbm] And when that fight was over, [Bb] and [Eb] when old glory raised, [F] among the men who held it high was the Indian, Ira Hayes.
Call him droppin' Ira [Eb] Hayes, he won't [Bb] answer anymore.
[F] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, [Bb] nor the Marine that went to war. _ _
Ira Hayes returned a hero, [Eb] celebrated through [Bb] the land.
He [F] was wined and speeched and honored.
Everybody shook his hand, but [Bb] he was just a Pima Indian.
No water, no crops, no chance.
[F] At home nobody cared what Ira had done, and when did the Indians dance. _
Then Ira started drinkin' hard.
[Bb] Jail was often his home.
[F] There they let him raise the flag and lure it, like you'd throw a dog a ball.
He died [Bb] drunk early one morning, alone in a land he fought to save.
Two inches of [Fm] water and a lonely bitch was a grave [Bb] for Ira Hayes.
[F] Call him drunken Ira Hayes, [Bb] he won't answer anymore.
[F] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the Marine that went to [Bbm] war.
Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes, [Eb] but his land is just as dry, [F] and his ghost is lyin' thirsty in the ditch [Bb] where Ira died. _ _ _ _
The song was written by Peter Lafarge.
It's our latest _ [C] recording on Columbia.
We don't try to be too commercial with our recordings, but if you'd like it, it's Columbia record number CO128346.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ Call him droppin' Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore.
[F] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the Marine that went to [Bb] war. _ _ _
_ _ _ Gather round me people, [Eb] there's a story I would tell, [F] about a brave young Indian we should remember well.
From the tribe [Bb] of the Pima Indian, a proud and peaceful band [F] who farmed the Phoenix Valley [Bb] in Arizona land.
Down their [F] ditches for a thousand years, the waters grew Ira's people's crops,
[F] till the white man stole the water rights and the sparkling water stopped.
Now Ira's folks were [Fm] hungry, [Bb] and their land grew crops of weeds, [F] but when war came, Ira [Fm] volunteered and forgot the [Bb] white man's greed.
Call him droppin' Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore.
[F] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the Marine that went to war.
[Bb] There _ _ _ _ they battled up Iwo Jima Hill, 250 men, [F] but only 27 lived to [Bb] fight back down again.
[Bbm] And when that fight was over, [Bb] and [Eb] when old glory raised, [F] among the men who held it high was the Indian, Ira Hayes.
Call him droppin' Ira [Eb] Hayes, he won't [Bb] answer anymore.
[F] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, [Bb] nor the Marine that went to war. _ _
Ira Hayes returned a hero, [Eb] celebrated through [Bb] the land.
He [F] was wined and speeched and honored.
Everybody shook his hand, but [Bb] he was just a Pima Indian.
No water, no crops, no chance.
[F] At home nobody cared what Ira had done, and when did the Indians dance. _
Then Ira started drinkin' hard.
[Bb] Jail was often his home.
[F] There they let him raise the flag and lure it, like you'd throw a dog a ball.
He died [Bb] drunk early one morning, alone in a land he fought to save.
Two inches of [Fm] water and a lonely bitch was a grave [Bb] for Ira Hayes.
[F] Call him drunken Ira Hayes, [Bb] he won't answer anymore.
[F] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the Marine that went to [Bbm] war.
Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes, [Eb] but his land is just as dry, [F] and his ghost is lyin' thirsty in the ditch [Bb] where Ira died. _ _ _ _
