Tablature ballad of ira hayes - Johnny Cash

          



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  Date: Thu, 15 May 97 9:51:09 EDT

  From: "Douglas K. Smith" <DKSmith@king.edu>

  Subject: The Ballad of Ira Hayes

  

  The Ballad of Ira Hayes

  by Peter LaFarge

  recorded by Johnny Cash

  

  (part of "Taps" is played on a flute, then:)

  

  A              D         

  Ira Hayes  Ira Hayes

                     A 

  [CHORUS:] Call him drunken Ira Hayes

           D

  he wonFt answer anymore

          E

  not the whiskey drinkinF Indian 

          A

  nor the Marine that went to war

  

  A                                   D

  Gather round me people    thereFs a story I would tell

          E                      A

  about a brave young Indian   you should remember well

  

  >From the land of the Pima Indian   a proud and noble band

  who farmed the Phoenix valley   in Arizona land

  

  Down the ditches for a thousand years the water grew IraFs peoples crops

  till the white man stole the water rights and the sparklin water stopped

  

  Now IraFs folks were hungry and their land grew crops of weeds

  When war came, Ira volunteered and forgot the white manFs greed

  [CHORUS]

  There they battled up Iwo JimaFs hill, Two hundred and fifty men

  but only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again

  

  and when the fight was over and when Old Glory raised

  among the men who held it high was the Indian, Ira Hayes

  [CHORUS:]

  Ira returned a hero celebrated through the land

  he was wined and speeched and honored; everybody shook his hand

  

  but he was just a Pima Indian--no water, no crops, no chance

  at home nobody cared what IraFd done and when did the Indians dance

  [CHORUS:]

  Then Ira started drinkinF hard; jail was often his home

  theyFd let him raise the flag and lower it

  like youFd throw a dog a bone!

  

  He died drunk one morninF alone in the land he fought to save

  two inches of water in a lonely ditch was a grave for Ira Hayes

  [CHORUS:]

  Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes but his land is just as dry

  and his ghost is lyinF thirsty in the ditch where Ira died

  turnarounds:

  A to D:D------0-   D to E:D-------   E to A:D--------

         A--3-4---          A-0-1---          A------0-

         E--------          E-----0-          E--2-4---

  intro:  D-----2-------------------

          A-0-4---4-0-------------0-

          E-----------0-----0--0----

   


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 Ballad of ira hayes, de Johnny cash 

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