Johnny Cash Lyrics
Johnny Cash Lyrics
"Ballad of Ira Hayes Lyrics"
Paul Robeson Lyrics
joy beats oppresion, but oppression will make you pay, cause our joy is fleeting while oppression never goes away.. you look them right in the eye, yea you shout and sing them down, but joy, our joy, don't really care for fighting while oppression will just wait aroun
joy beats oppresion, but oppression will make you pay, cause our joy is fleeting while oppression never goes away.. you look them right in the eye, yea you shout and sing them down, but joy, our joy, don't really care for fighting while oppression will just wait aroun
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
White Stallions Lyrics
White Stallions (Chandler) yesterday I saw my face pictured in the sky as I gazed upon myself my whole life flashed by I heard the sound of hoofbeats from a thousand angry mares before I could control my thoughts my inner soul was theirs
White Stallions (Chandler) yesterday I saw my face pictured in the sky as I gazed upon myself my whole life flashed by I heard the sound of hoofbeats from a thousand angry mares before I could control my thoughts my inner soul was theirs
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
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Better off now Lyrics
I could feel it when we said goodnight we both knew it had to end we couldn't make it right but we still come back again don't be sad 'cause we gave the best we had We're better off now, better off now maybe we just don't know it better off now, better of
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Call him drunken Ira HayesI could feel it when we said goodnight we both knew it had to end we couldn't make it right but we still come back again don't be sad 'cause we gave the best we had We're better off now, better off now maybe we just don't know it better off now, better of
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 d
Lightning to the Nations Lyrics
Yes i'm coming Angel from the sky, put his hand in mine I can spread you gifts, for golden present time i'm going to set you down I'm going to make it right I'm going to bring it home I'll bring you lightning to the nations To the nations To the nationsinkin' 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
Yes i'm coming Angel from the sky, put his hand in mine I can spread you gifts, for golden present time i'm going to set you down I'm going to make it right I'm going to bring it home I'll bring you lightning to the nations To the nations To the nations
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