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Ballad Of Ira Hayes by Johnny Cash - Guitar Chords

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            Artist: Johnny Cash
Song: (The)Ballad of Ira Hayes
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 Ira Hayes,  Ira Hayes.
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 Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore;
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 not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the marine that went to war.
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 Gather 'round me, people. There's a story I would tell
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 'bout a brave young Indian you should remember well,
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 from the land of the Pima Indians,  a proud and nobel band,
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 who farmed the Phoenix Valley in Arizona land.
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 Down their ditches a thousand years, the waters grew Ira's people's crops
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 till the white man stole their water rights and the sparklin' water stopped.
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 Now, Ira's folks were hungry and their land grew crops of weeds.
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 When the war came, Ira volunteered and forgot the white man's greed.
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 Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore;
         E                                  A
 not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the marine that went to war.
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 There they battled up Iwo Jima Hill; 250 men,
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 but only 27 lived to walk back down again.
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 And when the fight was over, and Old Glory raised,
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 among the men who held it high was the Indian, Ira Hayes.
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 Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore;
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 not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the marine that went to war.
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 Ira Hayes returned a hero, celebrated through the land.
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 He was wined and speeched and honored, ev'rybody shook his hand.
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 But he was just a Pima Indian; no water, no home, no chance.
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 At home nobody cared what Ira had done.
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 And when do the Indians dance?
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 Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore;
         E                                 A
 not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the marine that went to war.
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 Then Ira started drinkin' hard; jail was often his home.
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 They let him raise the flag and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone.
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 He died drunk early one morning, alone in the land he fought to save.
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 Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was a grave for Ira Hayes.
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 Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore;
         E                                A
 not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the marine that went to war.
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 Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes, but his land is just as dry,
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 and his ghost is lyin' thirsty in the ditch were Ira died.
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