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Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":784824,"song":"Ballad Of Ira Hayes","artist":"Johnny Cash","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/784824-ballad-of-ira-hayes-chords-by-johnny-cash/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/784824?type=chord","rating":4.7928,"votes":224,"content":"Artist: Johnny Cash\r\nSong: (The)Ballad of Ira Hayes\r\n**Please Rate And Comment**\r\n\r\n[tab]         [ch]A[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]\r\n Ira Hayes,  Ira Hayes.[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]A[/ch]                           [ch]D[/ch]\r\n Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore;[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]E[/ch]                                 [ch]A[/ch]\r\n not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the marine that went to war.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]                                    [ch]D[/ch]\r\n Gather 'round me, people. There's a story I would tell[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]E[/ch]                            [ch]A[/ch]\r\n 'bout a brave young Indian you should remember well,[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                   [ch]D[/ch]\r\n from the land of the Pima Indians,  a proud and nobel band,[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]E[/ch]                               [ch]A[/ch]\r\n who farmed the Phoenix Valley in Arizona land.[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]A[/ch]                                         [ch]D[/ch]\r\n Down their ditches a thousand years, the waters grew Ira's people's crops[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]E[/ch]                                          [ch]A[/ch]\r\n till the white man stole their water rights and the sparklin' water stopped.[/tab]\r\n[tab]                               [ch]D[/ch]\r\n Now, Ira's folks were hungry and their land grew crops of weeds.[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]E[/ch]                                   [ch]A[/ch]\r\n When the war came, Ira volunteered and forgot the white man's greed.[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]A[/ch]                            [ch]D[/ch]\r\n Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore;[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]E[/ch]                                  [ch]A[/ch]\r\n not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the marine that went to war.[/tab]\r\n[tab]            [ch]A[/ch]                        [ch]D[/ch]\r\n There they battled up Iwo Jima Hill; 250 men,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]                     [ch]A[/ch]\r\n but only 27 lived to walk back down again.[/tab]\r\n[tab]                              [ch]D[/ch]\r\n And when the fight was over, and Old Glory raised,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]                                       [ch]A[/ch]\r\n among the men who held it high was the Indian, Ira Hayes.[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]A[/ch]                           [ch]D[/ch]\r\n Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore;[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]E[/ch]                                  [ch]A[/ch]\r\n not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the marine that went to war.[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]A[/ch]                       [ch]D[/ch]\r\n Ira Hayes returned a hero, celebrated through the land.[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]E[/ch]                                 [ch]A[/ch]\r\n He was wined and speeched and honored, ev'rybody shook his hand.[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                [ch]D[/ch]\r\n But he was just a Pima Indian; no water, no home, no chance.[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]E[/ch]\r\n At home nobody cared what Ira had done.[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]A[/ch]\r\n And when do the Indians dance?[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]A[/ch]                            [ch]D[/ch]\r\n Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore;[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]E[/ch]                                 [ch]A[/ch]\r\n not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the marine that went to war.[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]A[/ch]                        [ch]D[/ch]\r\n Then Ira started drinkin' hard; jail was often his home.[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]E[/ch]                                        [ch]A[/ch]\r\n They let him raise the flag and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone.[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                [ch]D[/ch]\r\n He died drunk early one morning, alone in the land he fought to save.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]                                             [ch]A[/ch]\r\n Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was a grave for Ira Hayes.[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]A[/ch]                            [ch]D[/ch]\r\n Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore;[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]E[/ch]                                [ch]A[/ch]\r\n not the whiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the marine that went to war.[/tab]\r\n[tab]                [ch]A[/ch]                [ch]D[/ch]\r\n Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes, but his land is just as dry,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]                              [ch]A[/ch]\r\n and his ghost is lyin' thirsty in the ditch were Ira died.[/tab]","plain_text":"Artist: Johnny Cash\nSong: (The)Ballad of Ira Hayes\n**Please Rate And Comment**","chords":["A","D","E"],"chord_diagrams":{"A":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,1,2,3,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,2,0]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"E":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,1,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,1,0,0]}}}