Biography:
John Townes Van Zandt (March 7, 1944 – January 1, 1997), better known as Townes Van Zandt, was a critically acclaimed American songwriter and singer. Much of Van Zandt’s musical canon--songs such as "Pancho and Lefty", "For the Sake of the Song", "Tecumseh Valley", "Rex's Blues", and "To Live is to Fly"--are widely considered masterpieces of American folk music. His musical style is often described as melancholy in sound and delivery with rich and poetic lyrics.
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Other songs:
- At My Window
- Be Here To Love Me
- Cocaine Blues
- Colorado Girl
- Dead Flowers
- Pancho And Lefty
- Poncho and Lefty
- To Live Is To Fly
- Upon My Soul
- Waiting Around To Die
- Waiting Round To Die
- A Song For
- Aint Leavin Your Love
- Alone And Forsaken
- Ballad Of Ira Hayes
- Big Country Blues
- Black Crow Blues
- Black Jack Mama
- Blue Wind Blew
- Brand New Companion
- Brother Flower
- Buckskin Stallion Blues
- Columbine
- Come Tomorrow
- Cowboy Junkies Lament
- Delta Momma Blues
- Dollar Bill Blues
- Dont Let The Sunshine Fool Ya
- Dont Take It Too Bad
- Dont You Take It Too Bad
- Fare Thee Well Miss Carousel
- Flyin Shoes
- For The Sake Of The Song
- Fraulein
- Greensboro Woman
- Heavenly Houseboat Blues
- Hey Willie Boy
- High Low And In Between
- Highway Kind
- I Aint Ever Satisfied
- If I Needed You
- Ill Be Here In The Morning
- Indian Cowboy
- Ira Hayes
- Kathleen
- Katie Belle Blue
- Like A Summer Thursday
- Little Willie The Gambler
- Loretta
- Lovers Lullaby
- Lungs
- Many A Fine Lady
- Marie
- Mr Mudd And Mr Gold
- My Proud Mountains
- No Deal
- No Place To Fall
- None But The Rain
- Nothin
- Only Him Or Me
- Our Mother The Mountain
- Pueblo Waltz
- Quicksilver Daydreams Of Maria
- Rake
- Rexs Blues
- Sad Cinderella
- Saint John The Gambler
- Second Lovers Song
- She Came And She Touched Me
- Sixteen Summers Fifteen Falls
- Snake Mountain Blues
- Snake Song
- Snow Dont Fall
- Snowin On Raton
- St John The Gambler
- Still Looking For You
- Tecumseh Valley
- Texas River Song
- The Catfish Song
- The Hole
- The Silver Ships Of Andilar
- Tower Song
- Turnstyled Junkpiled
- Two Girls
- Two Hands
- Waitin Around To Die
- Waiting For The Day
- When He Offers His Hand
- When Shes Acting This Way
- When Your Dream Lovers Die
- White Freight Liner Blues
- White Freightliner Blues
- You Are Not Needed Now
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Call him drunken Ira Hayes, He won't answer anymore;
B7 A E
Not the whiskey drinkin' indian, not the marine that went to war.
E A
Come gather 'round me, people, there's a story I would tell
B7 A E
About a brave young Indian, you should remember well;
Frome the land of the Pima Indians, a proud and noble band,
Who 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.
Well, they battled up Iwo Jima Hill - two hundred and fity men,
But only twenty-seven lived - to walk back down again;
When the fight was over - and Old Glory raised,
Among the men who held it high was the Indian - Ira Hayes.
Ira Hayes returned a hero, -celebrated throughout the land,
He was wined and speeched and honored, -everybody shook his hand;
But he was just a Pima Indian, --no water, no crops, no chance;
And back home nobody cared what Ira don - and went to the Indians dance?
Then Ira started drinin' hard - jail was often his home;
They let him raise the flag and lower it, like you throw a dog a bone;
He died drunk early one morning, -alone in the land he'd fought to save;
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch - was the grave for Ira Hayes.
Yeah call him drunken Ira Hayes - but his land is still as dry,
And his ghost is lying thirsty in the ditch where Ira died.
Chorus: Call him drunken Ira Hayes, He won't answer anymore;
Not the whiskey drinin' Indian, Nor the marine that went to war
E A
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, He won't answer anymore;
B7 A E
Not the whiskey drinkin' indian, not the marine that went to war.
E A
Come gather 'round me, people, there's a story I would tell
B7 A E
About a brave young Indian, you should remember well;
Frome the land of the Pima Indians, a proud and noble band,
Who 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.
Well, they battled up Iwo Jima Hill - two hundred and fity men,
But only twenty-seven lived - to walk back down again;
When the fight was over - and Old Glory raised,
Among the men who held it high was the Indian - Ira Hayes.
Ira Hayes returned a hero, -celebrated throughout the land,
He was wined and speeched and honored, -everybody shook his hand;
But he was just a Pima Indian, --no water, no crops, no chance;
And back home nobody cared what Ira don - and went to the Indians dance?
Then Ira started drinin' hard - jail was often his home;
They let him raise the flag and lower it, like you throw a dog a bone;
He died drunk early one morning, -alone in the land he'd fought to save;
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch - was the grave for Ira Hayes.
Yeah call him drunken Ira Hayes - but his land is still as dry,
And his ghost is lying thirsty in the ditch where Ira died.
Chorus: Call him drunken Ira Hayes, He won't answer anymore;
Not the whiskey drinin' Indian, Nor the marine that went to war
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