《The Ballad of Ira Hayes》歌词

[00:00:01] The Ballad of Ira Hayes - Kris Kristofferson

[00:00:05] Ira Hayes

[00:00:08] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:00:11] He won't answer anymore

[00:00:14] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian

[00:00:17] Nor the Marine that went to war

[00:00:23] Gather round me people there's a story I would tell

[00:00:29] About a brave young Indian you should remember well

[00:00:35] From the land of the Pima Indian

[00:00:38] A proud and noble band

[00:00:42] Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land

[00:00:48] Down the ditches for a thousand years

[00:00:51] The water grew Ira's peoples' crops

[00:00:53] 'Till the white man stole the water rights

[00:00:56] And the sparklin' water stopped

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

[00:01:02] And their land grew crops of weeds

[00:01:06] When war came Ira volunteered

[00:01:09] And 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

[00:01:27] There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill

[00:01:30] Two hundred and fifty men

[00:01:33] But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again

[00:01:41] And when the fight was over

[00:01:43] And when Old Glory raised

[00:01:46] Among the men who held it high

[00:01:49] Was the Indian Ira Hayes

[00:01:53] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:01:57] He won't answer anymore

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

[00:02:03] Nor the Marine that went to war

[00:02:07] Ira returned a hero

[00:02:10] Celebrated through the land

[00:02:13] He was wined and speeched and honored;

[00:02:16] Everybody shook his hand

[00:02:19] But he was just a Pima Indian

[00:02:22] No water no crops no chance

[00:02:25] At home nobody cared what Ira'd done

[00:02:29] And when did the Indians dance

[00:02:32] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:02:36] He won't answer anymore

[00:02:39] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian

[00:02:42] Nor the Marine that went to war

[00:02:47] Then Ira started drinkin' hard;

[00:02:50] Jail was often his home

[00:02:53] They'd let him raise the flag and lower it

[00:02:56] Like you'd throw a dog a bone

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

[00:03:02] Alone in the land he fought to save

[00:03:05] Two inches of water in a lonely ditch

[00:03:09] Was a grave for Ira Hayes

[00:03:13] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:03:16] He won't answer anymore

[00:03:20] Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian

[00:03:22] Nor the Marine that went to war

[00:03:27] Yeah call him drunken Ira Hayes

[00:03:29] But his land is just as dry

[00:03:32] And his ghost is lyin' thirsty

[00:03:35] In the ditch where Ira died