Townes Van Zandt
           Ballad Of Ira Hayes
Tabbed by Milos Protic

Capo on the 2nd fret

Verce

      D (xx0232@1)                                  GCome (320003@1)gather 'round me, people, there's a story I would tell

         A7 (x02020@1)                       G (320003@1)           DAbout (xx0232@1)a brave young Indian, you should remember well;
          D (xx0232@1)                          GFrome (320003@1)the land of the Pima Indians, a proud and noble band,
A7 (x02020@1)                              G (320003@1)     DWho (xx0232@1)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.

Chorus
           D (xx0232@1)                                GCall (320003@1)him drunken Ira Hayes, He won't answer anymore;
          A7 (x02020@1)                             G (320003@1)                DNot (xx0232@1)the whiskey drinkin' indian, not the marine that went to war.