《The Ballad Of Ira Hayes》歌词

[00:00:00] The Ballad Of Ira Hayes - Peter Lafarge/Phil Ochs (菲尔·奥克斯)

[00:00:01] Ira Hayes

[00:00:06] Ira Hayes

[00:00:12] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:00:16] He won't answer anymore

[00:00:19] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian

[00:00:22] Nor the marine that went to war

[00:00:26] Gather round me people

[00:00:28] And the story I would tell

[00:00:31] About a brave young Indian

[00:00:34] You should remember well

[00:00:37] From the travelled Pima Indian

[00:00:40] The proud and peaceful man

[00:00:43] Who farmed the phoenix valley

[00:00:46] In Arizona land

[00:00:49] Down the ditches

[00:00:50] For a thousand years

[00:00:52] That sparkling water rushed

[00:00:54] Till the white man stole the water rights

[00:00:57] And the runnin' water hushed

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

[00:01:03] And their farm grew crops of weeds

[00:01:06] But when war came he volunteered

[00:01:09] Forgot the white man's greed

[00:01:13] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:01:16] He won't answer anymore

[00:01:19] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian

[00:01:22] Nor the marine that went to war

[00:01:26] Well they started up

[00:01:28] Iwo Jima hill

[00:01:29] Two hundred and fifty men

[00:01:32] But only twenty seven lived

[00:01:35] To walk back down again

[00:01:38] And when that fight was over

[00:01:41] And old glory raised

[00:01:43] Among the men who held it high

[00:01:46] Was the Indian Ira Hayes

[00:01:50] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:01:53] He won't answer anymore

[00:01:56] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian

[00:01:58] Nor the marine that went to war

[00:02:03] Ira hayes returned a hero

[00:02:06] Celebrated through this land

[00:02:09] He was wined and speeched and honored

[00:02:11] And everybody shook his hand

[00:02:14] But he was just a Pima Indian

[00:02:17] No water no crops no chance

[00:02:20] At home nobody cared what Ira'd done

[00:02:22] And when do the Indians dance

[00:02:26] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:02:29] He won't answer anymore

[00:02:32] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian

[00:02:35] Nor the marine that went to war

[00:02:39] Then Ira started drinkin' hard

[00:02:42] Jail often was his home

[00:02:45] They'd let him raise the flag there and lower it

[00:02:48] As you'd throw a dog a bone

[00:02:51] He died drunk early one mornin'

[00:02:53] Alone in this land he fought to save

[00:02:56] Two inches of water in a lonely ditch

[00:02:59] Was the grave for Ira Hayes

[00:03:03] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:03:05] He won't answer anymore

[00:03:09] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian

[00:03:11] Nor the marine that went to war

[00:03:15] Yes call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:03:18] But his land there's still as dry

[00:03:21] And his ghost it's a lyin' thirsty

[00:03:24] In the ditch where Ira died