Chords for Kris Kristofferson - Ballad of Ira Hayes (Johnny Cash Tribute, 1999)
Tempo:
87.1 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
G
F#
D#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C]
Come and drunken I will be, [F] he won't answer anymore.
[F#]
[G] I'm the whiskey boy, boy, I'm the one [C] who's gonna win the winter war.
Gather round me people, [F] there's a story I'll tell.
[G]
About brave young men, [C] who served in that hotel.
From the land of the Fima Indians, [F] proud Nova fans.
[G]
Farmed the Phoenix Valley, [C] of Maryland on the land.
Down the ditches a thousand years, [F] water grew Ivor's people's crops.
Till [G] the white man stole the water [C] rice, and the sparkling water stopped.
The Ivor's folks grew hungry, [F] their land grew crops of weeds.
[G] Now when war came, Ivor volunteered, [C] forgot the white man's greed.
Come and drunken I will be, [F] he won't answer anymore.
[G]
I'm the whiskey drinkin' boy, [C] the Marines are going to war.
Battled up the Ivor's Yuma [F] Hill, 250 men.
[G] But only 27 lived, [C] to walk back down again.
When the fight was over, [F] the old glory [G] reigned.
Among the men who held their [C] high, was the Indian Ira Hayes.
Come and drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer [F] anymore.
[G]
I'm the whiskey drinkin' Indian, [C] I'm the Marines are going to war.
Ira Hayes returned a hero, [F] celebrated through the land.
[G] He was wined and speeched and honored, [C] everybody shook his hand.
But he was just the Yuma Indian, [F] no water, no land, no chance.
[G] Back home nobody cared what Ira's [C] done, when did he leave the land.
Come and drunken Ira Hayes, he [F] won't answer anymore.
[G] I'm the whiskey drinkin' Indian, [C] I'm the Marines are going to war.
Ira started drinkin' hard, [F] jail was off his home.
He [G] let him raise the flag of glory, like [C] you told a dog to bone.
He died drunk early one morning, [F] alone in the land he fought to save.
[G] Two inches of water and a lonely kiss, [C] was the grave for Ira Hayes.
Come and drunken Ira [D#] Hayes, [F] he won't answer anymore.
[G] I'm the whiskey drinkin' Indian, I'm [C] the Marines are going to war.
Yeah, come and drunken Ira [F] Hayes, the land is just as [G] dry.
I'm supposed to lie in thirst, [C] in the ditch where I've been died.
Come and drunken I will be, [F] he won't answer anymore.
[F#]
[G] I'm the whiskey boy, boy, I'm the one [C] who's gonna win the winter war.
Gather round me people, [F] there's a story I'll tell.
[G]
About brave young men, [C] who served in that hotel.
From the land of the Fima Indians, [F] proud Nova fans.
[G]
Farmed the Phoenix Valley, [C] of Maryland on the land.
Down the ditches a thousand years, [F] water grew Ivor's people's crops.
Till [G] the white man stole the water [C] rice, and the sparkling water stopped.
The Ivor's folks grew hungry, [F] their land grew crops of weeds.
[G] Now when war came, Ivor volunteered, [C] forgot the white man's greed.
Come and drunken I will be, [F] he won't answer anymore.
[G]
I'm the whiskey drinkin' boy, [C] the Marines are going to war.
Battled up the Ivor's Yuma [F] Hill, 250 men.
[G] But only 27 lived, [C] to walk back down again.
When the fight was over, [F] the old glory [G] reigned.
Among the men who held their [C] high, was the Indian Ira Hayes.
Come and drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer [F] anymore.
[G]
I'm the whiskey drinkin' Indian, [C] I'm the Marines are going to war.
Ira Hayes returned a hero, [F] celebrated through the land.
[G] He was wined and speeched and honored, [C] everybody shook his hand.
But he was just the Yuma Indian, [F] no water, no land, no chance.
[G] Back home nobody cared what Ira's [C] done, when did he leave the land.
Come and drunken Ira Hayes, he [F] won't answer anymore.
[G] I'm the whiskey drinkin' Indian, [C] I'm the Marines are going to war.
Ira started drinkin' hard, [F] jail was off his home.
He [G] let him raise the flag of glory, like [C] you told a dog to bone.
He died drunk early one morning, [F] alone in the land he fought to save.
[G] Two inches of water and a lonely kiss, [C] was the grave for Ira Hayes.
Come and drunken Ira [D#] Hayes, [F] he won't answer anymore.
[G] I'm the whiskey drinkin' Indian, I'm [C] the Marines are going to war.
Yeah, come and drunken Ira [F] Hayes, the land is just as [G] dry.
I'm supposed to lie in thirst, [C] in the ditch where I've been died.
Key:
C
F
G
F#
D#
C
F
G
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Come and drunken I will be, [F] he won't answer anymore.
[F#]
[G] I'm the whiskey boy, boy, I'm the one [C] who's gonna win the winter war.
Gather round me people, [F] there's a story I'll tell.
_ [G]
About brave young men, [C] who served in that hotel.
From the land of the Fima Indians, _ [F] proud Nova fans.
_ [G]
Farmed the Phoenix Valley, [C] of Maryland on the land. _
Down the ditches a thousand years, [F] water grew Ivor's people's crops.
Till [G] the white man stole the water [C] rice, and the sparkling water stopped.
The Ivor's folks grew hungry, [F] their land grew crops of weeds.
[G] Now when war came, Ivor volunteered, [C] forgot the white man's greed.
Come and drunken I will be, [F] he won't answer anymore.
[G]
I'm the whiskey drinkin' boy, [C] the Marines are going to war. _
Battled up the Ivor's Yuma [F] Hill, 250 men.
[G] But only 27 lived, [C] to walk back down again.
When the fight was over, [F] the old glory [G] reigned.
Among the men who held their [C] high, was the Indian Ira Hayes.
Come and drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer [F] anymore.
[G]
I'm the whiskey drinkin' Indian, [C] I'm the Marines are going to war.
Ira Hayes returned a hero, [F] celebrated through the land.
[G] He was wined and speeched and honored, [C] everybody shook his hand.
But he was just the Yuma Indian, [F] no water, no land, no chance.
[G] Back home nobody cared what Ira's [C] done, when did he leave the land.
Come and drunken Ira Hayes, he [F] won't answer anymore.
[G] I'm the whiskey drinkin' Indian, [C] I'm the Marines are going to war.
Ira started drinkin' hard, [F] jail was off his home.
He [G] let him raise the flag of glory, like [C] you told a dog to bone.
He died drunk early one morning, [F] alone in the land he fought to save.
[G] Two inches of water and a lonely kiss, [C] was the grave for Ira Hayes.
Come and drunken Ira [D#] Hayes, [F] he won't answer anymore.
[G] I'm the whiskey drinkin' Indian, I'm [C] the Marines are going to war. _
Yeah, come and drunken Ira [F] Hayes, the land is just as [G] dry.
I'm supposed to lie in thirst, [C] in the ditch where I've been died. _ _ _
Come and drunken I will be, [F] he won't answer anymore.
[F#]
[G] I'm the whiskey boy, boy, I'm the one [C] who's gonna win the winter war.
Gather round me people, [F] there's a story I'll tell.
_ [G]
About brave young men, [C] who served in that hotel.
From the land of the Fima Indians, _ [F] proud Nova fans.
_ [G]
Farmed the Phoenix Valley, [C] of Maryland on the land. _
Down the ditches a thousand years, [F] water grew Ivor's people's crops.
Till [G] the white man stole the water [C] rice, and the sparkling water stopped.
The Ivor's folks grew hungry, [F] their land grew crops of weeds.
[G] Now when war came, Ivor volunteered, [C] forgot the white man's greed.
Come and drunken I will be, [F] he won't answer anymore.
[G]
I'm the whiskey drinkin' boy, [C] the Marines are going to war. _
Battled up the Ivor's Yuma [F] Hill, 250 men.
[G] But only 27 lived, [C] to walk back down again.
When the fight was over, [F] the old glory [G] reigned.
Among the men who held their [C] high, was the Indian Ira Hayes.
Come and drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer [F] anymore.
[G]
I'm the whiskey drinkin' Indian, [C] I'm the Marines are going to war.
Ira Hayes returned a hero, [F] celebrated through the land.
[G] He was wined and speeched and honored, [C] everybody shook his hand.
But he was just the Yuma Indian, [F] no water, no land, no chance.
[G] Back home nobody cared what Ira's [C] done, when did he leave the land.
Come and drunken Ira Hayes, he [F] won't answer anymore.
[G] I'm the whiskey drinkin' Indian, [C] I'm the Marines are going to war.
Ira started drinkin' hard, [F] jail was off his home.
He [G] let him raise the flag of glory, like [C] you told a dog to bone.
He died drunk early one morning, [F] alone in the land he fought to save.
[G] Two inches of water and a lonely kiss, [C] was the grave for Ira Hayes.
Come and drunken Ira [D#] Hayes, [F] he won't answer anymore.
[G] I'm the whiskey drinkin' Indian, I'm [C] the Marines are going to war. _
Yeah, come and drunken Ira [F] Hayes, the land is just as [G] dry.
I'm supposed to lie in thirst, [C] in the ditch where I've been died. _ _ _