Townes Van Zandt
Ballad Of Ira Hayes
Tabbed by Milos Protic
Capo on the 2nd fret
Verce
Come gather round me, people, there s a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian, you should remember well;
Frome the land of the Pima Indians, a proud and noble band,
Who farmed the Phoenix Valley in Arizona land.
Down their ditches for a thousand years the aparkling weater rushed
Till the white man stole their water rights and their sparklin water hushed
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, not the marine that went to war.