Johnny Cash lyrics
Johnny Cash lyrics
"The Ballad Of Ira Hayes lyrics"
Eyesore lyrics
(R.J. Johnson/Johnston) yesterday I felt my earth shaking I caught a glimpse of all my heroes falling down yesterday I felt my will breaking crashed through the clouds at my feet down on the ground help me find a place to stand but still you call me an eyesore and
(R.J. Johnson/Johnston) yesterday I felt my earth shaking I caught a glimpse of all my heroes falling down yesterday I felt my will breaking crashed through the clouds at my feet down on the ground help me find a place to stand but still you call me an eyesore and
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<
Sinking lyrics
I want to be new Let go yesterday And hold on to whatever comes my way I claim to be true You want yesterday You hold your ground no matter what you say You'll seem to bring me down at any price If you were in my shoes you'd think about it twice Because I'm sinking
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I want to be new Let go yesterday And hold on to whatever comes my way I claim to be true You want yesterday You hold your ground no matter what you say You'll seem to bring me down at any price If you were in my shoes you'd think about it twice Because I'm sinking
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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Some Wirds In A Row lyrics
Seen that, fucked thisEngland's got the winning missBeen here, am thereCheating ain't fuckin' fairDrank this, eat thatBeer makes your belly fatThis song doesn't make senseBut it's imapct is immenseJust some words in a rowIt's all part of the show<
US:]Seen that, fucked thisEngland's got the winning missBeen here, am thereCheating ain't fuckin' fairDrank this, eat thatBeer makes your belly fatThis song doesn't make senseBut it's imapct is immenseJust some words in a rowIt's all part of the show<
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
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 I
Brussels 109 lyrics
I've been away and I've been down on my luck And I almost died... I was away and I called home I was on a highway phone And I did not see That a speeding car had come at me A speeding car which came at me I want another daydream I want another slacker life I almost
ra started drinkin' hard;I've been away and I've been down on my luck And I almost died... I was away and I called home I was on a highway phone And I did not see That a speeding car had come at me A speeding car which came at me I want another daydream I want another slacker life I almost
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