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