Chords for Kris Kristofferson Ballad of Ira Hayes (Johnny Cash tribute 1999 - with the bugler)

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Oh, then Trump denied when he [F] won't answer anymore.
[G] Not the whiskey he drank in India,
[C] nor the Marine that went to war.
Gather round me, people.
[F] There's a story I'll tell _ [G] about brave young Indians.
[C] You should remember well.
From the land of the Fima Indians,
[F] a proud noble man [G] who farmed the Phoenix Valley
and [C] the Arizona Valley.
_ Down the ditches a thousand years,
[F] water grew Irish people's crops.
[F#] Then [G] the white man stole water [C] rice
and the Spartan water stopped.
The Irish folks grew hungry.
[F] Their land grew crops of wheat.
[G] Now, when war came,
Irish [C] volunteers forgot the white man's greed.
Oh, then Trump denied when he [F] won't answer anymore.
[G] Not the whiskey he drank in India,
nor [C] the Marine that went to war.
They battled up Iwo Jima [F] Hill, 250 men,
[G] but only 27 lived [C] to walk back down again.
_ When the fight was over,
_ [F] an old glory raved [G] among the men who held her high
[C] with the Indians in Ira Hayes.
Oh, then Trump denied when he won't answer anymore.
[F] _ [G] Not the whiskey he drank in India,
[C] nor the Marine that went to war.
Ira Hayes returned a hero, [F] celebrated through the land.
[G] He was wined and speeched and honored.
[C] Everybody shook his hand.
But he was just a Fima Indian.
[F] No water, no land, no chance.
[G] Back home, nobody cared what Ira had done.
[C] When did the Indians dance?
_ All of them drunk in Ira [F] Hayes,
he won't answer anymore.
[G] Not the whiskey he drank in India,
[C] nor the Marine that went to war.
Ira started drinking hard [F] when the jail was off his home.
[G] He lit a rave for Flag of Glory.
[C] Like you throw a dog in bone.
He died drunk early one morning,
[F] alone in the land he fought to save.
[G] He reaches the water in a lonely ditch.
[C] There's a grave for Ira Hayes.
All of them drunk in Ira [Gm] Hayes,
[F] he won't answer anymore.
[G] Not the whiskey he drank in India,
[C] nor the Marine that went to war.
_ Yeah, call him drunk on [F] Ira Hayes.
The land was just as [G] dry.
He was supposed to climb first
[C] in the ditch where Ira died.
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