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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=83015" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>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>Ira's folks was hungry, their fields grew thick with weeds, <br>But when war came Ira volunteered and forgot the white man's greed. <br>Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't 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 won't 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 he's 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 you'd throw a dog a bone. <br>And Ira died drunk early one morning all alone in the land he'd 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 won't answer anymore, <br>Not that whiskey drinking Indian or Marine who went to war. <br>Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes, but his lan</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 ditc..."></div>
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