Ira Haye^Cs, Ira Haye^Fs. Call him ^Cdrunken Ira Hayes, he won't ^Fanswer anymore; not the ^Gwhiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the m^Carine that went to war. ^C Gather 'round me, people. There's a ^Fstory I would tell ^G'bout a brave young Indian yo^Cu should remember well, from the land of the Pima Indians,^F a proud and nobel band, ^Gwho farmed the Phoenix Valley in^C Arizona land. ^CDown their ditches a thousand years, the w^Faters grew Ira's people's crops till the ^Gwhite man stole their water rights and the ^Csparklin' water stopped. Now, Ira's folks were hungry a^Fnd their land grew crops of weeds. ^GWhen the war came, Ira volunteered a^Cnd forgot the white man's greed. Call him ^Cdrunken Ira Hayes, he won't a^Fnswer anymore; not the ^Gwhiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the ma^Crine that went to war. There they ^Cbattled up Iwo Jima Hill;^F 250 men, ^G but only 27 lived to ^Cwalk back down again. And when the fight was over, ^Fand Old Glory raised, ^G among the men who held it high was the ^CIndian, Ira Hayes. Call him ^Cdrunken Ira Hayes, he won't ^Fanswer anymore; not the ^Gwhiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the ma^Crine that went to war. Ira ^CHayes returned a hero, c^Felebrated through the land. He was ^Gwined and speeched and honored, ev^C'rybody shook his hand. But he was just a Pima Indian; ^Fno water, no home, no chance. At ^Ghome nobody cared what Ira had done. And ^Cwhen do the Indians dance? Call him ^Cdrunken Ira Hayes, he won't a^Fnswer anymore; not the ^Gwhiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the m^Carine that went to war. Then ^CIra started drinkin' hard^F; jail was often his home. They ^Glet him raise the flag and lower it like ^Cyou'd throw a dog a bone. He died drunk early one morning^F, alone in the land he fought to save. ^G Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was a g^Crave for Ira Hayes. Call him ^Cdrunken Ira Hayes, he won't a^Fnswer anymore; not the ^Gwhiskey drinkin' Indian, nor the ^Cmarine that went to war. Yeah, call him ^Cdrunken Ira Hayes^F, but his land is just as dry, ^G and his ghost is lyin' thirsty^C in the ditch were Ira died.