Bacon Rind, Chief Seattle, The Ballad Of Ira Hayes chords by Tom Russell

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Verse 1
C 
 (C major) Bacon
Ryan was an old sage chief.
F 
C 
 (F major) He wore a regal hat.  (C major) I  found him in a gas station
Am 
G 
painted  (A minor) on  (G major) one of those giveaway glasses.
C 
 (C major) Said to
Indians of
F 
Oklahoma, you  (F major) can collect
Am 
the entire set.  (A minor) 
Hunting horse, sequoia, dull knife,
G 
F 
 (G major) I don't have them all yet.  (F major) 
G 
C 
As I drive across  (G major) this wild  (C major) ground
Am 
for  (A minor) what wisdom I can find,
F 
G 
 (F major) I  thought  (G major) of those gas station drinking
glasses and a chief called
Bacon
Am 
A 
E 
Ry (A minor) an.   (A major)  (E major) 
Chief
F 
E 
Seattle stared into the  (F major) yellow eyes  (E major) of
the mission padre and then spit
on the ground and said your religion was
written on tablets of stone by the iron
F 
finger  (F major) of an angry
E 
God  (E major) our religion is the tradition
of our ancestors in the
dreams of our old men given to them in
the solemn hours of the night by the
great spirit.
Our religion is in the visions
of our leaders and it is written
in the hearts of our people.
The mission father wrote off to preach the
Ten
Commandments to those who had
stopped listening with their hearts.
Come gather round me, people,
Am 
F#m 
B 
a  (A minor) story I will tell  (F sharp minor)  (B major) 
About a brave young
E 
Indian you  (E major) should remember well
From the land of the
Pima
A 
Indian, a  (A major) proud and a noble band
B 
who  (B major) farmed the
Phoenix
Valley down in
E 
Arizona land.  (E major) 
Down their ditches for a thousand years
A 
E 
the water grew  (A major) our people's crops  (E major) 
B 
till  (B major) the white man stole their water right
E 
B 
E 
 (E major) s an (B major)  (E major) d  the rippling waters stopped.
Now
Ira's folks was hungry,
A 
D 
A 
F#m 
but their  (A major) land  (D major) grew crops  (A major) of weed (F sharp minor) s
A 
B 
 (A major) But when  (B major) war came,
Ira volunteered,
E 
forgot the white man's  (E major) deeds
Call him
Junkin'
Ira
A 
E 
B 
Hayes, he won't  (A major) answer anymore  (E major)  (B major) 
Not the whiskey drinkin'
Indian, or the
E 
Marine that went to  (E major) war
They battled up
Iwo
Jima
A 
F#m 
B 
Hill, 119  (A major) men,  (F sharp minor)  (B major) but only 27
E 
lived to walk back down  (E major) again.
Am 
A 
And when the smoke had cleared an (A minor) d    old glory  (A major) raised,
B 
among  (B major) the men that held it high was
the
Indian
Ira
E 
Hayes.  (E major) 
Ira
Hayes returned a hero
A 
He was  (A major) celebrated
F#m 
throughout the land  (F sharp minor) 
B 
Oh he was  (B major) wined and
speeched and honored
E 
And everybody held his hand  (E major) 
But he was just a
Pima
Indian
A 
D 
A 
D 
No water (A major) , no home,  (D major)  (A major) no chance  (D major) 
A 
B 
 (A major) Yeah,  (B major) back home no one cared what
Ira done
Hell, when do the
E 
Indi (E major) ans dance?
Call him
Drunken
Ira
Hayes
Am 
A 
E 
F#m 
He won't  (A minor) answer  (A major) anymore  (E major)  (F sharp minor) 
A 
B 
Not  (A major) the  (B major) whiskey -drinkin'
Indian
The
E 
Marine that went to war  (E major) 
Then
Am 
Ira started drinking hard and  (A minor) jail
A 
F#m 
A 
was often  (A major) his home  (F sharp minor)  (A major) 
B 
They  (B major) let him raise the flag and lower it
E 
B 
E 
there  (E major) like  (B major) you'd throw a  (E major) dog a bone
He died drunk one
Am 
Sunday morning alone  (A minor) in   the
A 
F#m 
A 
 (A major) land he'd fought to  (F sharp minor) save   (A major) 
B 
E 
 (B major) Two inches of wa (E major) ter in a
B 
E 
B 
lonely  (B major) ditch  (E major)  (B major) was a grave for
Ira
E 
Hayes  (E major) 
Call him
Drunken
Ira
Am 
A 
Hayes, he won't  (A minor) answer anymore  (A major) 
B 
Not the  (B major) whiskey drinking
Indian, but the
E 
Marine that went  (E major) to war
Call him
Drunken
Ira
A 
Hayes, he won't  (A major) answer anymore
F#m 
A 
B 
Not  (F sharp minor)  (A major) the  (B major) whiskey drinking
Indian, but the
E 
Marine that went to war  (E major) 
Yeah, call him drunken
Ira
Hayes
A 
But his  (A major) land is just as dry
E 
F#m 
B 
An (E major)  (F sharp minor)  (B major) d  his ghost is lying thirsty
In the ditch where
E 
Ir (E major) a  died