Bob Dylan — Tom G
Confira a cifra completa de The Ballad Of Ira Hayes no UkeMaster Pro.
[G] [C] [Cmaj7] [Am]
Gather round me, people, and a story I will tell
[D] [C] [Cmaj7] [G]
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
[C] [Cmaj7] [Am]
From the tribe of Pima Indians, a proud and a peaceful band,
[D] [C] [Cmaj7] [G]
They farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land.
[G] [C] [Cmaj7] [Am]
Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed,
[D] [C] [Cmaj7] [G]
Till the white man stole their water rights and the running water hushed.
[C] [Cmaj7] [Am]
Now Ira's folks were hungry, and their farms grew crops of weeds.
[D] [C] [Cmaj7] [G]
But when war came, he volunteered and forgot the white man's greed.
[G] [G/F#] [G7/F]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
[C] [Cmaj7] [Am]
He won't answer anymore,
[D]
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
[C/G] [G]
Or the Marine who went to war.
[G] [G/F#] [G7/F]
Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes
[C] [Cmaj7] [Am]
He won't answer anymore,
[D]
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
[C/G] [G]
Or the Marine who went to war.
[G] [C] [Cmaj7] [Am]
They started up Iwo Jima hill, two hundred and fifty men,
[D] [C] [Cmaj7] [G]
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down that hill again.
[G] [C] [Cmaj7] [Am]
And when the fight was over and Old Glory raised
[D] [C] [Cmaj7] [G]
One of the men who held it high was the Indian, Ira Hayes.
[G] [G/F#] [G7/F]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
[C] [Cmaj7] [Am]
He won't answer anymore,
[D]
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
[C/G] [G]
Or the Marine who went to war.
[G] [G/F#] [G7/F]
Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes
[C] [Cmaj7] [Am]
He won't answer anymore,
[D]
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
[C/G] [G]
Or the Marine who went to war.
[G] [C] [Cmaj7] [Am]
Now, Ira returned a hero, celebrated throughout the land
[D] [C] [Cmaj7] [G]
He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand.
[G] [C] [Cmaj7] [Am]
But he was just a Pima Indian - no money, no crops, no chance -
[D] [C] [Cmaj7] [G]
And at home nobody cared what Ira'd done, and when do the Indians dance?
[G] [G/F#] [G7/F]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
[C] [Cmaj7] [Am]
He won't answer anymore,
[D]
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
[C/G] [G]
Or the Marine who went to war.
[G] [G/F#] [G7/F]
Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes
[C] [Cmaj7] [Am]
He won't answer anymore,
[D]
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
[C/G] [G]
Or the Marine who went to war.
[G] [C] [Cmaj7] [Am]
Then Ira started drinking hard, jail was often his home.
[D] [C] [Cmaj7] [G]
They let him raise the flag there and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone.
[G] [C] [Cmaj7] [Am]
He died drunk early one morning, alone in the land he'd fought to save.
[D] [C] [Cmaj7] [G]
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for Ira Hayes.
[G] [G/F#] [G7/F]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
[C] [Cmaj7] [Am]
He won't answer anymore,
[D]
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
[C/G] [G]
Or the Marine who went to war.
[G] [G/F#] [G7/F]
Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes
[C] [Cmaj7] [Am]
He won't answer anymore,
[D]
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
[C/G] [G]
Or the Marine who went to war.
[G] [C] [Cmaj7] [Am]
Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes, but his land is still as dry,
[D] [C] [Cmaj7] [G]
And his ghost is lying thirsty In the ditch where Ira died.
[G] [G/F#] [G7/F]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
[C] [Cmaj7] [Am]
He won't answer anymore,
[D]
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian
[C/G] [G]
Or the Marine who went to war.