《Ballad Of Ira Hayes(Live at Newport Folk Festival， Newport，)》歌词

[00:00:00] Ballad Of Ira Hayes(Live at Newport Folk Festival Newport ) - Johnny Cash

[00:00:01] Ira Hayes

[00:00:20] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:00:24] He won't answer anymore

[00:00:27] Not the whiskey drinking Indian

[00:00:30] Nor the Marine that went to war

[00:00:39] Gather round me people there's a story I would tell

[00:00:44] About a brave young Indian we should remember well

[00:00:49] From the trave of the Pima Indian

[00:00:52] A proud and peaceful band

[00:00:54] Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land

[00:00:59] Down the ditches for a thousand years

[00:01:02] The water grew Ira's peoples' crops

[00:01:05] Till the white man stole the water rights

[00:01:07] And the sparklingg water stopped

[00:01:10] Now Ira's folks were hungry

[00:01:12] And their land grew crops of weeds but

[00:01:15] When war came Ira volunteered

[00:01:18] And forgot the white man's greed

[00:01:22] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:01:24] He won't answer anymore

[00:01:27] Not the whiskey drinking Indian

[00:01:30] Nor the Marine that went to war

[00:01:37] There they battled up the bima Jima hill

[00:01:40] Two hundred and fifty men

[00:01:42] But only twenty-seven lived to fight

[00:01:45] Bback down again

[00:01:48] And when the fight was over

[00:01:50] And when Old Glory raised

[00:01:53] Among the men who held it high

[00:01:55] Was the Indian Ira Hayes

[00:01:59] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:02:02] He won't answer anymore

[00:02:04] Not the whiskey drinking Indian

[00:02:07] Nor the Marine that went to war

[00:02:12] Ira returned a hero

[00:02:15] Celebrated through the land

[00:02:18] He was wined and speeched and honored

[00:02:21] Everybody shook his hand

[00:02:23] But he was just a Pima Indian

[00:02:26] No water no crops no chance

[00:02:29] At home nobody cared what Ira'd done

[00:02:31] And when did the Indians dance

[00:02:35] Then Ira started drinking hard

[00:02:38] Jail was often his home

[00:02:41] They'd let him raise the flag and lower it

[00:02:43] Like you'd throw a dog a bone

[00:02:47] He died drunk one morning

[00:02:49] Alone in the land he fought to save

[00:02:52] Two inches of water in a lonely ditch

[00:02:54] Was a grave for Ira Hayes

[00:02:58] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:03:00] He won't answer anymore

[00:03:03] Not the whiskey drinking Indian

[00:03:05] Nor the Marine that went to war

[00:03:09] Yeah call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:03:13] But his land is just as dry

[00:03:15] And his ghost is lying thirsty

[00:03:18] In the ditch where Ira died