Ira

Haze

Ira

Haze

Call him drunken ira haze

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey drinking

And you know the marine it went to war

Gather round me people

There's a story i would tell

By the brave young indian

Youshould remember well

In the land of the pima indian

A proud and noble man

Who farmed the phoenix valley

In arizona land

Down the digits for a thousand years

The water grew irish peoples crops

Till the white man stole the water rights

And the sparkling water stopped

Now iris folks were hungry

And the land grew crops of weeds

When the war came iron

Volunteered and forgot the white man's greed

Calling drunken ira things

If he won't answer anymore

The whiskey drinking

Indian law and marine head went to war

There they battled up evil team as hell

Two hundred and fifty men

But only twenty seven lived

To walk back down again

When the fight was over

And when old glory raised

Among the men who held it high was the indian iraj

Calling drunken

Island you won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey drinking

In the north marine and went to war

I read we returned a hero

Celebrated through the land

He was wind and speeched and honored

Everybody shook his hand

But he was just a pima indian

No water no crops no chance

Nobody cared what i were done

When did the indians dance

Call him

Drunk and i will haze

He won't answer anymore

The whiskey drinking

Indian north and marine that went to war

Then i restarted drinking heart

Jail was often his home

They let him raise the flag and lower it

I could throw a dog a bone

He died drunk one morning

Alone in the land they fought to save

Two inches of water

In a lonely dish was a grave for hour haze

Call him drunk

And i rehave

No

Answer anymore

Not the whiskey drinking and ignore a marine

It went to war

Call him drunk an ira haze

But his land is just as dry

And his ghost is lying thirsty

In thelich where ira died