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Album: Miscellaneous (1968) Artists: Cash Johnny 25 Minutes To Go A Boy Named Sue A Thing Called Love Ain't No Good Chain Gang ANY OLD WIND THAT BLOWS BAD NEWS Ballad Of A Teenage Queen Ballad Of Ira Hayes Big River BIRD ON A WIRE BORN TO LOSE BURY ME NOT CHATTANOGA CITY LIMIT SIGN City Of New Orleans Come In Stranger COMMITTED TO PARKVIEW Country Boy Cowboy's Prayer Cry, Cry, Cry Daddy Sang Bass DEATH AND HELL Death Of Manolete * DELIA'S GONE Dirty Old Egg Sucking Dog Don't Take Your Guns To Town DOWN THERE BY THE TRAIN DRIVE ON Even Cowgirls Get The Blues Five Feet High And Rising FLESH AND BLOOD Folsom Prison Blues Frankie And Johnny Get Rhythm Girl In Saskatoon Give My Love To Rose God Ain't No Stained Glass Window GOODBYE, LITTLE DARLING, GOODBYE GRANDFATHER'S CLOCK Green, Green Grass Of Home Guess Things Happen That Way Heroes Hey Porter Hey, Porter

Song: Ballad Of Ira Hayes Artists: Cash Johnny Favorite: Add Remove Cash Johnny Miscellaneous Ballad Of Ira Hayes Written by Peter LaFarge Recorded by Johnny Cash on 3/5/64 Number 3 - Country Chart Ira Hayes, Ira Hayes CHORUS: Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Gather round me people there's a story I would tell 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 Ira's peoples' crops 'Till the white man stole the water rights And the sparklin' water stopped Now Ira's folks were hungry And their land grew crops of weeds When war came, Ira volunteered And forgot the white man's greed CHORUS: Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war There they battled up Iwo Jima's 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: Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war 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 Ira'd done And when did the Indians dance CHORUS: Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Then Ira started drinkin' hard; Jail was often his home They'd let him raise the flag and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone! He died drunk one mornin' Alone in the land he fought to save Two inches of water in a lonely ditch Was a grave for Ira Hayes CHORUS: Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes But his land is just as dry And his ghost is lyin' thirsty In the ditch where Ira died

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