Ballad Of Ira Hayes (1988 Version)-Johnny Cash

[00:00.000] 作词 : Peter Lafarge [00:00.506] 作曲 : Peter Lafarge [00:01.13]Artist：johnny cash [00:02.64]Songs Title：the ballad of ira hayes [00:05.70] [00:17.04]Ira Hayes [00:19.78] [00:20.79]Call him drunken Ira Hayes [00:24.53]He won't answer anymore [00:27.71]Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian [00:30.27]Nor the Marine that went to war [00:34.34] [00:39.52]Gather round me people there's a story I would tell [00:44.76]About a brave young Indian you should remember well [00:49.47]From the land of the Pima Indian [00:52.59]A proud and noble band [00:55.15]Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land [01:01.02]Down the ditches for a thousand years [01:03.39]The water grew Ira's peoples' crops [01:06.01]'Till the white man stole the water rights [01:08.57]And the sparklin' water stopped [01:11.75]Now Ira's folks were hungry [01:14.25]And their land grew crops of ****s [01:16.80]When war came, Ira volunteered [01:19.55]And forgot the white man's greed [01:20.92]Call him drunken Ira Hayes [01:25.54]He won't answer anymore [01:28.53]Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian [01:30.97]Nor the Marine that went to war [01:33.35] [01:36.53]There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill, [01:39.96]Two hundred and fifty men [01:42.40]But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again [01:47.51]And when the fight was over [01:49.88]And when Old Glory raised [01:52.63]Among the men who held it high [01:55.31]Was the Indian, Ira Hayes [02:05.67]Call him drunken Ira Hayes [02:08.36]He won't answer anymore [02:11.16]Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian [02:13.53]Nor the Marine that went to war [02:22.02]Ira returned a hero [02:25.02]Celebrated through the land [02:27.26]He was wined and speeched and honored; [02:30.19]Everybody shook his hand [02:32.44]But he was just a Pima Indian [02:35.44]No water, no crops, no chance [02:37.93]At home nobody cared what Ira'd done [02:40.74]And when did the Indians dance [02:43.98]Call him drunken Ira Hayes [02:46.79]He won't answer anymore [02:49.66]Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian [02:51.85]Nor the Marine that went to war [02:54.78] [02:57.83]Then Ira started drinkin' hard; [03:00.70]Jail was often his home [03:03.09]They'd let him raise the flag and lower it [03:05.53]like you'd throw a dog a bone! [03:09.91] [03:10.60]He died drunk one mornin' [03:13.97]Alone in the land he fought to save [03:16.40]Two inches of water in a lonely ditch [03:18.58]Was a grave for Ira Hayes [03:22.14]Call him drunken Ira Hayes [03:24.70]He won't answer anymore [03:27.70]Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian [03:29.88]Nor the Marine that went to war [03:35.00]Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes [03:38.74]But his land is just as dry [03:41.42]And his ghost is lyin' thirsty [03:42.58] [03:44.33]In the ditch where Ira died