The ballad of Ira Hayes byJohnny Cash Mackynzie Hagen

Ira Hayes...

Ira Hayes...

Call him drunken Ira Hayes,

He won't answer anymore,

Not the whiskey drinking Indian,

Or the marine that went to war.

I think this stanza is talking about how he was too drunk to care about what was going on that's why he no longer answered.

Gather 'round me people,

There's a story I would tell,

'Bout a brave young Indian,

You should remember well.

From the land of the Pima Indian,

A proud and noble band,

Who farmed the Pheonix Valley,

In Arizona land.

This stanza is talking about him being a good guy that is a farmer and lives in Arizona.

Down the ditches a thousand years,

The waters grew Ira's peoples' crops,

'Til the white man stole their water rights,

And the sparkling 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

They stole his rights and now he no longer had water there for there were no crops being produced for the people and then a war hit.

Call him drunken Ira Hayes,

He won't answer anymore,

Not the whiskey drinking Indian,

Or the marine that went to war.

There they battled up Hirajima hill,

Two hundred and fifty men,

But only twenty-seven lived,

To walk back down again.

Talking about the war that was going on and how many people were being killed and that would never be able to go back home.

And when the fight was over,

And Old Glory raised,

Among the men who held it high,

Was the Indian, Ira Hayes.

Call him drunken Ira Hayes,

He won't answer anymore,

Not the whiskey drinking Indian,

Or the marine that went to war.

Talking about how he was still alive after the war and still the same drunken Indian that he was before.

Ira Hayes 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 home, no chance,

At home nobody cared what Ira'd done,

And when did the Indians dance.

Everyone stopped caring about him and he became nothing without water, a home, and no chance.

Call him drunken Ira Hayes,

He won't answer anymore,

Not the whiskey drinking Indian,

Or the marine that went to war.

Then Ira started drinking hard,

Jail was often his home,

They let him raise the flag Old Glory,

Like you'd throw a dog a bone.

His drinking problem got in the way and got him into big trouble so he was usually in jail.

He died drunk early one morning,

Alone in the land he fought to save,

Two inches of water and a lonely ditch,

Was a grave for Ira Hayes.

He died at the place he put his all into during the war and they say he had a ditch waiting full of water.

Call him drunken Ira Hayes,

He won't answer anymore,

Not the whiskey drinking Indian,

Or the marine that went to war.

Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes,

But his land is just as dry,

And his ghost is lying thirsty,

In the ditch where Ira died.

Laying there dead in a ditch

Biography: Johnny Cash was born on February 26, 1932, in Kingsland, Arkansas

Music was a big part of Johnnys everyday life at home. John soaked up a variety of musical influences ranging from his mother's folk songs ranging from his mothers folk songs and hymns to the work songs from the fields and nearby railroad yards.

Cash's fourth chart single proved to be his career song. "I walk the line" shot to Billboard's number 1 position and remained on the record charts for an incredible

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