Bitter Tears: Ballads of the American Indian lyrics

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