2 Johnny Cash Songs
Ballad of Ira Hayes
Call him
drunken Ira Hayes,
He won't
answer anymore,
Not the
whiskey drinking Indian,
Or the
marine that went to war.
Gather 'round me people,
There's a
story I
would tell,
'Bout a
brave young Indian,
You
should remember well.
From the land of the Pima Indian,
A
proud and
noble band,
Who
farmed the
Pheonix Valley,
In
Arizona land.
Ragged Old Flag.
"
I
walked through a
county courthouse square
On a park
bench an old man was
sitting there
I said, your old
courthouse is
kinda run down
He said, naw, it'll do for our
little town
I said, your old
flagpole has
leaned a
little bit
And that's a
ragged old flag you got
hanging on it
He said, have a seat, and I sat down
Is this the
first time you've been to our
little town?
I said, I
think it is
He said, I don't like to brag
But we're
kinda proud of that
ragged old flag
You see, we got a
little hole in that flag
there when
Washington took it
across the Delaware
And it got powder-burned the
night Francis
Scott Key
Sat
watching it
writing say can you see
And it got a bad rip in New Orleans
With
Packingham and
Jackson tuggin' at its seams