Gather round you people and a story I will tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the tribe of Pima Indiansa proud and a peaceful band
They farmed the Phoenix Valley in Arizona land
Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed
Till their white man stole their water rights and the running water hushed
Now Ira s folks were hungry and their farms wene crops of weeds
But when war came he volunteers and forgotthe white man s greed
Call himDrunken Ira Hayeshe won t answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Yescall himDrunken Ira Hayeshe won t answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war.
They started up Iwo Jima Hill250 men
But only 27 lived to walk back down that hill again
And when the fight was over and the old glory raised
One of the men who held it high was the Indian Ira Hayes
Call himDrunken Ira Hayeshe won t answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Call himDrunken Ira Hayeshe won t answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war.
Now Ira returned a herocelebrated throughout the land
He was wined and speeched and honoredeverybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indianno money cropsno chance
And at home nobody cared what Ira had done and the wind did the Indian s
dance
Call himDrunken Ira Hayeshe won t answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Call himDrunken Ira Hayeshe won t answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war.
And Ira started drinking hardjail was often his home
They let him raise the flag there and lower it like you d throw a dog a bone
He died drunk early one morningalone in the land he had fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for Ira Hayes
Call himDrunken Ira Hayeshe won t answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Yescall himDrunken Ira Hayeshe won t answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war.
Yescall himDrunken Ira Hayesbut his land is still as dry
And his ghost is lying thirsty in the ditch where Ira died
Call himDrunken Ira Hayeshe won t answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Yescall himDrunken Ira Hayeshe won t answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war.

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