Introduction
Johnny Cash’s haunting ballad, “The Ballad of Ira Hayes,” is a poignant tribute to a forgotten hero of the American Indian community. Released in 1964, this song delves deep into the complex and often overlooked experiences of Native Americans, particularly those who served in the U.S. military.
Background
Ira Hayes, a Pima Indian, was one of the six flag-raisers at the battle of Iwo Jima during World War II. His image, captured in the iconic photograph, became a symbol of American patriotism. However, upon returning home, Hayes faced discrimination and alcoholism, a tragic outcome for a man who had sacrificed so much for his country.
Cash’s song paints a stark contrast between the hero’s public image and his private struggles. The lyrics, filled with raw emotion and social commentary, explore themes of alienation, discrimination, and the cost of war. Cash’s deep, resonant voice perfectly captures the melancholy and sorrow of the piece, drawing listeners into the story of a man who was both celebrated and forgotten.
What makes “The Ballad of Ira Hayes” so compelling is its ability to connect with listeners on a human level. It reminds us that even our greatest heroes are not immune to the pain and suffering of the human condition. Cash’s song has become an anthem for social justice and continues to resonate with audiences today, serving as a powerful reminder of the importance of honoring all veterans, regardless of their background.
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Lyrics
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Ira HayesIra HayesCall him drunken Ira HayesHe won’t answer anymoreNot the whiskey drinking IndianOr the marine that went to warGather ’round me peopleThere’s a story I would tell‘Bout a brave young IndianYou should remember wellFrom the land of the Pima IndianA proud and noble bandWho farmed the Phoenix ValleyIn Arizona landDown the ditches a thousand yearsThe waters grew Ira’s peoples’ crops‘Til the white man stole their water rightsAnd the sparkling water stoppedNow, Ira’s folks were hungryAnd their land grew crops of weedsWhen war came, Ira volunteeredAnd forgot the white man’s greedCall him drunken Ira HayesHe won’t answer anymoreNot the whiskey drinking IndianOr the marine that went to warThere they battled up Iwo Jima hillTwo hundred and fifty menBut only twenty-seven livedTo walk back down againAnd when the fight was overAnd Old Glory raisedAmong the men who held it highWas the Indian, Ira HayesCall him drunken Ira HayesHe won’t answer anymoreNot the whiskey drinking IndianOr the marine that went to war