Ira Hayes
Townes Van ZandtVersion1
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Chords in this song
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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.
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, He won't answer anymore;
Not the whiskey drinkin' indian, not the marine that went to war.
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Readable chord sheet for Ira Hayes by Townes Van Zandt
Come g[D]ather 'round me, people, there's a st[G]ory I would tell About a b[A7]rave young Indian, you shou[G]ld remember we[D]ll; Frome the [D]land of the Pima Indians, a p[G]roud and noble band, [A7]Who farmed the Phoenix Valley in A[G]rizona l[D]and. 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. Call him dr[D]unken Ira Hayes, He won't answer an[G]ymore; Not the wh[A7]iskey drinkin' indian, not the ma[G]rine that went to w[D]ar.