(Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever seen) There's a story in our town Of the prettiest girl around Golden hair and eyes of blue
Well I tell you a story about a good man Who had many a problem before he reached dry land It ain't easy for a good man to go down no it ain't easy
Son said my mother when I was knee high You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches
Ira Hayes, Ira Hayes Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Gather 'round
Fighting soldiers from the sky, Fearless men who jump and die. Men who mean just what they say. The brave men of the Green Beret. Silver wings upon their
Ira Hayes Ira Hayes Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Gather round
In a southern town where I was born That's where I got my education I worked in the fields and I walked in the woods And I wondered at creation I recall
Ira Hayes, Ira Hayes Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Gather round
Translation: Johnny Cash. The Ballad Of Ira Hayes.
Translation: Johnny Cash. Ballad Of Ira Hayes.
Translation: Johnny Cash. Ballad Of A Teenage Queen.
Translation: Johnny Cash. The Last Gunfighter Ballad.
Translation: Johnny Cash. Ballad Of The Green Beret.
Translation: Johnny Cash. The Ballad Of Barbara.
Translation: Johnny Cash The Tennessee Two. Ballad Of A Teenage Queen.
