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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=83012" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ballad Of Ira Hayes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(peter lafarge)<br>Gather round me people and a story I will tell<br>bout a brave young indian lad, you should remember well,<br>From a tribe of pima indians, a proud and peaceful band<br>Who farmed the phoenix valley out in arizona land.<br>Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed<br>Till the white man stole the water rights and the running water hushed.<br>Iras folks was hungry, their fields grew thick with weeds,<br>But when war came ira volunteered and forgot the white mans greed.<br>Call him drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore,<br>Not that whiskey drinking indian or marine who went to war.<br>Well, they battled up iwo jima hill, two hundred and fifty men<br>But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again.<br>And after the fight was over and old glory proudly raised,<br>Among the men who held her high was an indian, ira hayes.<br>Call him drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore,<br>Not that whiskey drinking indian or marine who went to war.<br>Well, ira hayes returned a hero, celebrated throughout the land,<br>He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand.<br>But hes just a pima indian, no food, no friend, no chance,<br>And nobody cared what ira did and when do the indians dance.<br>Well, ira took to drinking hard, jail often was his home,<br>They used to let him raise the flag there and lower it just like youd throw a dog a bone.<br>And ira died drunk early one morning all alone in the land hed fought to save.<br>Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for ira hayes.<br>Call him drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore,<br>Not that whiskey drinking indian or marine who went to war.<br>Yeah, call him drunken ira hayes, but his land is till as dry<br>And his ghost, well, thats lying thirsty in the ditch where ira died.<br>Call him drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore,<br>Not that whiskey drinking indian or marine who went to war.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Kinky Friedman - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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Gather round me people and a story I will tell
bout a brave young indian lad, you should remember well,
From a tribe of pima indians, a proud and peaceful band
Who farmed the phoenix valley out in arizona land.
Down their ditches f..."></div>
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