《Ballad of Ira Hayes》歌词

[00:00:01] Artist：johnny cash

[00:00:02] Songs Title：the ballad of ira hayes

[00:00:17] Ira Hayes

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

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

[00:00:27] Not the whiskey drinkin' 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 you should remember well

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

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

[00:00:55] Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land

[00:01:01] Down the ditches for a thousand years

[00:01:03] The water grew Ira's peoples' crops

[00:01:06] 'Till the white man stole the water rights

[00:01:08] And the sparklin' water stopped

[00:01:11] Now Ira's folks were hungry

[00:01:14] And their land grew crops of weeds

[00:01:16] When war came Ira volunteered

[00:01:19] And forgot the white man's greed

[00:01:20] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:01:25] He won't answer anymore

[00:01:28] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian

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

[00:01:36] There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill

[00:01:39] Two hundred and fifty men

[00:01:42] But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again

[00:01:47] And when the fight was over

[00:01:49] And when Old Glory raised

[00:01:52] Among the men who held it high

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

[00:02:05] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:02:08] He won't answer anymore

[00:02:11] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian

[00:02:13] Nor the Marine that went to war

[00:02:22] Ira returned a hero

[00:02:25] Celebrated through the land

[00:02:27] He was wined and speeched and honored;

[00:02:30] Everybody shook his hand

[00:02:32] But he was just a Pima Indian

[00:02:35] No water no crops no chance

[00:02:37] At home nobody cared what Ira'd done

[00:02:40] And when did the Indians dance

[00:02:43] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:02:46] He won't answer anymore

[00:02:49] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian

[00:02:51] Nor the Marine that went to war

[00:02:57] Then Ira started drinkin' hard;

[00:03:00] Jail was often his home

[00:03:03] They'd let him raise the flag and lower it

[00:03:05] Like you'd throw a dog a bone

[00:03:10] He died drunk one mornin'

[00:03:13] Alone in the land he fought to save

[00:03:16] Two inches of water in a lonely ditch

[00:03:18] Was a grave for Ira Hayes

[00:03:22] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:03:24] He won't answer anymore

[00:03:27] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian

[00:03:29] Nor the Marine that went to war

[00:03:35] Yeah call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:03:38] But his land is just as dry

[00:03:41] And his ghost is lyin' thirsty

[00:03:44] In the ditch where Ira died