Along The Navajo Trail                           Dick Charles / Larry Markes     #21 Hear this song as sung by Roy Rogers     Read about it                     Hear another version by Bing Crosby and The Andrews Sisters Roy Rogers lyrics – Every day along about evenin' When the sunlight's beginnin' to fail I ride through the slumberin' shadows Along the Navajo Trail When it's night and the crickets are callin' And the coyotes are makin' a wail I dream by a smoulderin' fire Along the Navajo Trail I love the lie and listen to the music When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar When over yonder hill the moon is climbin' It always finds me wishin' on a star Well what do you know it's mornin' already There's the dawnin' so silver and pale It's time to climb into my saddle And ride the Navajo Trail [Instrumental] I love the lie and listen to the music When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar When over yonder hill the moon is climbin' It always finds me wishin' on a star Well what do you know it's mornin' already There's the dawnin' so silver and pale It's time to climb into my saddle And ride the Navajo Trail It's time to climb into my saddle And ride the Navajo Trail   Happy Trails                                                                               Dale Evans    #22 Hear this song as sung by Roy Rogers & Dale Evans     Read about it                     Hear another version by Van Halen Roy Rogers & Dale Evans lyrics – Happy trails to you Until we meet again Happy trails to you Keep smilin' until then Who cares about the clouds when we're together Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather Happy trails to you 'Til we meet again [Whistling and Instrumental] Happy trails to you Until we meet again Happy trails to you Keep smilin' until then Who cares about the clouds when we're together Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather Happy trails to you 'Til we meet again Who cares about the clouds when we're together Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather Happy trails to you 'Til we meet again...   Rawhide                                              Dimitri Tiomkin / Ned Washington     #23 Hear this song as sung by Frankie Laine     Read about it                     Hear another version by The Blues Brothers Frankie Laine lyrics – Rollin', rollin', rollin' Rollin', rollin', rollin' Rollin', rollin', rollin' Rollin', rollin', rollin' Rawhide! Yah! [whip crack] Yah! [whip crack] Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' Though the streams are swollen Keep them dogies rollin' Rawhide Through rain and wind and weather Hell bent for leather Wishin' my gal was by my side All the things I'm missin' Good vittles, love and kissin' Are waiting at the end of my ride Move 'em on, head 'em up Head em' up, move 'em on Move 'em on, head 'em up Rawhide [whip crack] Let 'em out, ride 'em in Ride 'em in, let em' out Cut 'em out, ride 'em in Rawhide Yah! [whip crack] Yah! [whip crack] Keep movin', movin', movin' Though they're disapprovin' Keep them dogies movin' Rawhide Don't try to understand them Just rope and throw, and brand 'em Soon we'll be livin' high and wide My heart's calculatin' My true love will be waitin' Be waiting at the end of my ride Move 'em on, head 'em up Head em' up, move 'em on Move 'em on, head 'em up Rawhide [whip crack] Let 'em out, ride 'em in Ride 'em in, let em' out Cut 'em out, ride 'em in Rawhide Yah! [whip crack] Yah! [whip crack] Rawhide Rawhide   The Yellow Rose of Texas                                               Traditional     #24 Hear this song as sung by Gene Autry     Read about it                     Hear another version by Mitch Miller Gene Autry lyrics – There's a yellow rose in Texas, I'm goin' there to see, No other fella knows her, nobody else but me. She cried so when I left her, it like to broke her heart And if we ever meet again, we never more shall part. She's the sweetest rose of color this fellow ever knew, Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew You may talk about your dearest maids and sing of Rosalee, But the Yellow Rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee. [Instrumental] Where the Rio Grande is flowing and the stars are shining bright, We walked along the river on a quiet summer night She said if you remember, we parted long ago I promised to come back again, and not to leave her so. She's the sweetest rose of color this fellow ever knew Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew You may talk about your dearest maids and sing of Rosalee But the Yellow Rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee [Instrumental] Oh I'm going back to find her, for my heart is full of woe We'll sing the songs together we sang so long ago I'll pick the banjo gaily and sing the songs of yore And the Yellow Rose of Texas shall be mine forevermore She's the sweetest rose of color this fellow ever knew Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew You may talk about your dearest maids and sing of Rosalee But the Yellow Rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee.   Mammas Don't Let Your Babies                                         Ed Bruce     #25    Grow Up To Be Cowboys   Hear this song as sung by Waylon Jennings & Willie Nelson     Read about it                     Hear another version by Ed Bruce Waylon & Willie lyrics – Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis And each night begins a new day If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young He'll prob'ly just ride away Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys 'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms and clear mountain mornin's Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do Sometimes won't know how to take him He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him Do things to make you think he's right Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys...   The Ballad of Davy Crockett               G. Bruns / T. W. Blackburn     #26 Hear this song as sung by Fess Parker     Read about it                     Hear another version by Bill Hayes Fess Parker lyrics – Borned on a mountaintop in Tennessee, Greenest state in the land of the free Raised in the woods so's he knew ev'ry tree, kilt him a b'ar when he was only three Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier Fought single-handed through the Injun War, Till the Creeks was whipped an' the peace was in store While he was handlin' this risky chore, Made hisself a legend for evermore Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier He give his word an' he give his hand, That his Injun friends could keep their land The rest of his life he took the stand, That justice was due ever redskin band Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier He went off to Congress an' served a spell, Fixin' up the government an' laws as well Took over Washin'ton so we heered tell, An' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier When he come home his politickin' done, The western march had just begun So he packed his gear an' his trusty gun, An' lit out grinnin' to follow the sun Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier His land is biggest an' his land is best, From grassy plains to the mountain crest He's ahead of us all, meetin' the test, Followin' his legend into the West Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier King of the wild frontier   The Wayward Wind                                                    Stanley Lebowsky     #27 Hear this song as sung by Gogi Grant     Read about it                     Hear another version by Tex Ritter Gogi Grant lyrics – The wayward wind is a restless wind A restless wind that yearns to wander And he was born the next of kin The next of kin to the wayward wind In a lonely shack by a railroad track He spent his younger days And I guess the sound of the outward bound Made him a slave to his wand'rin' ways And the wayward wind is a restless wind A restless wind that yearns to wander And he was born the next of kin The next of kin to the wayward wind [Instrumental] Oh, I met him there in a border town He vowed we'd never part Though he tried his best to settle down I'm now alone with a broken heart And the wayward wind is a restless wind A restless wind that yearns to wander And he was born the next of kin The next of kin to the wayward wind The next of kin to the wayward wind...   The Strawberry Roan                                                     Curley Fletcher     #28 Hear this song as sung by Marty Robbins     Read about it                     Hear another version by Ed McCurdy Marty Robbins lyrics – I was hangin' 'round town, just spendin' muh time Out of a job, not earnin' a dime A feller steps up and he said, "I suppose You're a bronc fighter from looks of your clothes." "You figures me right, I'm a good one." I claim "Do you happen to have any bad ones to tame?" He said he's got one, a bad one to buck At throwin' good riders, he's had lots of luck. I gets all het up and I ask what he pays To ride this old nag for a couple of days He offered me ten, I said, "I'm your man, A bronc never lived that I couldn't fan." He said: "Get your saddle, I'll give you a chance" In his buckboard we hops and he drives to the ranch I stayed 'ntil mornin' and right after chuck I stepped out to see if this outlaw can buck Down in the horse corral standin' alone Is an old caballo, a strawberry roan His legs are all spavined, he's got pigeon toes Little pig eyes and a big Roman nose Little pin ears that touch at the tip A big 44 brand was on his left hip U-neck and old, with a long, lower jaw I could see with one eye, he's a regular outlaw I gets the blinds on 'im and it sure is a fright Next comes the saddle and I screws it down tight Then I steps on 'im and I raises the blind Get out the way boys, he's gonna unwind He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh He only lacks wings, for to be on the fly He turns his old belly right up to the sun He sure is a sun-fishin' son-of-a-gun He's about the worst bucker I've seen on the range He'll turn on a nickel and give you some change He hits on all fours and goes up on high Leaves me a spinnin' up there in the sky I turns over twice and I comes back to earth I lights into cussin' the day of his birth I know there are ponies that I cannot ride There's some of them left, they haven't all died I'll bet all my money, the man ain't alive That'll stay with Old Strawberry When he makes his high dive.   When the Work's All Done This Fall                    D. J. O'Malley     #29 Hear this song as sung by Marty Robbins     Read about it                     Hear another version by Yodelin' Slim Clark Marty Robbins lyrics – A group of jolly cowboys discussing plans at ease Said one I'll tell you somethin', boys, if you will listen, please I'm an old cow puncher and here I'm dressed in rags I used to be a tough one and go on great big jags I have got a home, boys, a good one you all know Although I haven't seen it since long, long ago I'm goin' back to Dixie once more to see them all I'm goin' home to mother when the work's all done this fall That night this very cowboy went out to stand his guard The night was dark and stormy, was rainin' very hard The cattle they got frightened and they rushed in wild stampede The cowboy tried to turn them while ridin' at full speed While ridin' in the darkness loudly he did shout Tryin' his best to stop them or turn the herd about His saddle horse did stumble and upon him it did fall Poor boy won't see his Mother when the work's all done this fall Fred, you take my saddle, Jim, you take my bed Johnny, take my pistol after I am dead Think about me kindly as you look upon them all 'Cause I'll not see my mother when the work's all done this fall They buried Charlie at daybreak no tombstone at his head Nothin' but a little board, and this is what it said "Charlie died at daybreak, he died from a fall Poor boy won't see his mother when the work's all done this fall"   Empty Saddles                                                                                 Billy Hill     #30 Hear this song sung by Sons of the Pioneers     Read about it                     Hear another version by Bing Crosby Sons of the Pioneers lyrics – There's something strange in the old corral There's a breeze, though the wind has died Though I'm alone in the old corral Seems there is someone by my side Empty saddles in the old corral Where do you ride tonight? Are ya roundin' up the dogies The strays of long ago Are you on the trail of buffalo? Empty saddles in the old corral Where do you ride tonight? Are there rustlers on the border Or a band of Navajo Are ya headin' for the Alamo? Empty guns covered with rust Where do you talk tonight? Empty boots covered with dust Where do you walk tonight? Empty saddles in the old corral, My tears would be dry tonight If you'll only say I'm lonely, As you carry my old pal Empty saddles in the old corral Empty guns covered with rust Where do you talk tonight? Empty boots covered with rust Where do you walk tonight? Empty saddles in the old corral, My tears would be dry tonight If you'll only say I'm lonely, As you carry my old pal Empty saddles in the old corral   The Ballad of the Alamo              Dimitri Tiomkin / Paul F. Webster     #31 Hear this song as sung by Marty Robbins     Read about it                     Hear another version by Bud & Travis Marty Robbins lyrics – In the southern part of Texas In the town of San Antone There's a fortress all in ruins that the weeds have overgrown You may look in vain for crosses and you'll never see a one But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun You can hear a ghostly bugle As the men go marchin' by You can hear them as they answer To that roll call in the sky. Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett, and a hundred eighty more Captain Dickinson, Jim Bowie Present and accounted for. Back in 1836, Houston said to Travis "Get some volunteers and go Fortify the Alamo." Well the men came from Texas And from old Tennessee And they joined up with Travis Just to fight for the right to be free. Indian scouts with squirrel guns Men with muzzle-loaders Stood together, heel and toe To defend the Alamo. "You may ne'er see your loved ones," Travis told them that day "Those who want to can leave now Those who fight to the death let 'em stay." In the sand he drew the line With his army sabre Out of a hundred eighty five Not a soldier crossed the line With his banners a-dancin' In the dawn's golden light Santa Anna came prancin' On a horse that was black as the night. Sent an officer to tell Travis to surrender Travis answered with a shell And a rousin' rebel yell Santa Anna turned scarlet "Play degüello!" he roared "I will show them no quarter Every one will be put to the sword!" One hundred and eighty five Holdin' back five thousand Five days, six days, eight days, ten Travis held and held again Then he sent for replacements For his wounded and lame But the troops that were comin' Never came, never came, never came Twice he charged then blew recall On the fatal third time Santa Anna breached the wall And he killed them, one and all Now the bugles are silent And there's rust on each sword And the small band of soldiers... Lie asleep in the arms of the Lord... In the southern part of Texas Near the town of San Antone Like a statue on his pinto rides a cowboy all alone And he sees the cattle grazin' where a century before Santa Anna's guns were blazin' and the cannons used to roar And his eyes turn sorta misty And his heart begins to glow And he takes his hat off slowly... To the men of Alamo... To the thirteen days of glory At the siege of Alamo...   Mule Train                                                                                 Johnny Lange     #32 Hear this song as sung by Frankie Laine     Read about it                     Hear another version by Tennessee Ernie Ford Frankie Laine lyrics – Mule train, hyeah, hyeah Mule train Clippitty-cloppin' over hill and plain Seems as how they'll never stop Clippitty-clop, clippitty-clop, clippitty, clippitty,      clippitty, clippitty, clippitty-cloppin' along There's a plug of chaw tobaccy for a rancher in Corona A guitar for a cowboy way out in Arizona A dress of calico for a pretty Navajo Get along mule, get along Mule train, hyeah, hyeah Mule train Clippitty-cloppin' long the mountain chain Soon they're gonna reach the top Clippitty-clop, clippitty-clop, clippitty, clippitty,      clippitty, clippitty, clippitty-cloppin' along There's some cotton thread and needles for the folks away out yonder A shovel for a miner who left his home to wander Some rheumatism pills for the settlers in the hills Get along mule, get along Mule train, hyeah, hyeah Mule train clippitty-cloppin' through the wind and rain They'll keep goin' till they drop Clippitty-clop, clippitty-clop, clippitty, clippitty,      clippitty, clippitty, clippitty-cloppin' along There's a letter full of sadness and it's black around the border A pair 'a boots for someone who had them made to order A Bible in the pack for the Reverend Mr. Black Get along mule, get along Get along mule, get along (mule train) Get along, get along, get along   My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys      Sharon Vaughn     #33 Hear this song as sung by Willie Nelson     Read about it                     Hear another version by Waylon Jennings Willie Nelson lyrics – Grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy And lovin' the cowboy ways Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroes I burned up my childhood days I learned all the rules of the modern-day drifter Don't you hold on to nothin' too long Just take what you need from the ladies, then leave them With the words of a sad country song My heroes have always been cowboys And they still are, it seems Sadly in search of, and one step in back of Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery From being alone too long You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightman Knowin' well that your best days are gone Pickin' up hookers instead of my pen I let the words of my youth fade away Old worn-out saddles, an' old worn-out memories With no one and no place to stay My heroes have always been cowboys And they still are it seems Sadly in search of, and one step in back of Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams Sadly in search of, and one step in back of Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams   Knockin' On Heaven's Door                                              Bob Dylan     #34 Hear this song as sung by Bob Dylan     Read about it                     Hear another version by Guns N' Roses Bob Dylan lyrics – Mama, take this badge off me I can't use it any more It's gettin' dark, too dark to see It's like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Mama, put these guns in the ground I can't shoot them any more That long black cloud is comin' down It's like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door [Instrumental] Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door [Instrumental]   Amarillo by Morning                                                          Terry Stafford     #35 Hear this song as sung by George Strait     Read about it                     Hear another version by Terry Stafford George Strait lyrics – Amarillo by mornin' up from San Antone Everything that I got is just what I've got on When that sun is high in that Texas sky I'll be buckin' at the county fair Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo I'll be there They took my saddle in Houston broke my leg in Santa Fe Lost my wife and a girlfriend somewhere along the way Well I'll be looking for eight when they pull that gate And I hope that judge ain't blind Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo's on my mind Amarillo by mornin' up from San Antone Everything that I got is just what I've got on I ain't got a dime, but what I got is mine And I ain't rich but Lord I'm free Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo's where I'll be Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo's where I'll be [Instrumental]   The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance            Cyril J. Mockridge     #36 Hear this song as sung by Gene Pitney     Read about it                     Hear another version by James Taylor Gene Pitney lyrics – When Liberty Valance rode to town, the womenfolk would hide,      they'd hide When Liberty Valance walked around, the men would step aside 'A-cause the point of a gun was the only law that Liberty understood When it came to shootin' straight and fast, a-he was mighty good From out of the East a stranger came, a law book in his hand, a man The kind of a man the West would need to tame a troubled land 'Cause the point of a gun was the only law that Liberty understood When it came to shootin' straight and fast, a-he was mighty good Many a man would face his gun, and many a man would fall The man who shot Liberty Valance He shot Liberty Valance He was the bravest of them all The love of a girl can make a man stay on when he should go, stay on Just tryin' to build a peaceful life where love is free to grow But the point of a gun was the only law that Liberty understood When the final showdown came at last, a law book was no good Alone and afraid, she prayed that he'd return that fateful night, aw,      that night When nothin' she said could keep her man from goin' out to fight From the moment a girl gets to be full-grown, the very first thing      she learns When two men go out to face each other, only one returns Everyone heard two shots ring out, one shot made Liberty fall The man who shot Liberty Valance He shot Liberty Valance He was the bravest of them all The man who shot Liberty Valance He shot Liberty Valance He was the bravest of them all   The Last Comanche Moon                                             Mike Blakely     #37 Hear this song as sung by Mike Blakely     Read about it Mike Blakely lyrics – The last Comanche moon was shinin' on me Bright as day my true love walked the trail from Hell's Midnight I rode the Milky Way I raced the Wolf the night The Broken Arrow fell I staked my life and lost my fortune for to save the Mission Belle Hey-y oh I was a cowboy once down on the Rio Grande I rode the ranges for the Broken Arrow brand I was on guard that fateful night in early June I saw the risin' of the last Comanche moon I saw the warriors ride around the river bend I give a shout to rouse the boys their home ranch to defend They kept us pinned down with a hundred arrows flung They come for all our horses, and they left us with just one I'd locked him with a trace chain to a live oak tree that day My racin' blue roan stallion I called the Milky Way Hey-y oh His daddy was a mustang and a famous fightin' stud His mamma was a thoroughbred of pure Kentucky blood He was worth a fortune of a thousand, maybe more His winnin's numbered hundreds and his winters numbered four They raised a cheer back at the Broken Arrow Ranch When I rode the Milky Way into the moonlighted Comanch I shot my way out through a hundred painted braves And struck the trail that led to town my true love for to save My true love was a barmaid and she worked at Gambler's Hell Her name was Julie Anne but she was called the Mission Belle Hey-y oh Julie Anne lived in the ruins of the ancient mission church That stood a mile from town out where the braves were sure to search She always walked the trail alone from Hell's Midnight Saloon And I was bound to save her from the last Comanche moon Halfway to town and I was crossin' Devil Branch, I run onto another raidin' party of Comanch I recognized a warrior on a blood bay mare I knew his name was Wolf they said he'd lifted lots of hair We had hoss raced at the fort he admired my blue roan stud He come on through the moonlight like a lobo trailin' blood The last Comanche moon was shinin' on me bright as day My true love walked the trail from Hell's Midnight I rode the Milky Way I raced the Wolf the night the Broken Arrow fell I staked my life lost my fortune for to save the Mission Belle Hey-y oh I shot my pistol dry and dropped it on the road With my saddle bag and cartridge belt to lighten up the load But an arrow found old Milky Way and his wound began to bleed And the Wolf was on his war horse a fleet Comanche steed There in the moonlight rose the ancient mission wall The Wolf was right behind me when I heard my true love call I rode the racehorse of a lifetime to the ground I swear it died a runnin' and his likes have not been found I landed on my shadow and I lay just where I fell The screams of Julie Ann met with the Wolf's Comanche yell Hey-y oh I've been called a liar and I've been called a fool 'N I've been told Comanches grant no mercy as a rule But old Wolf he seen me helpless and he seen his chance I know But he only rode right by me, and he struck me with his bow He could have killed me but he only counted coup He turned and touched the Milky Way before the ghost had flew He give a war yell like a wolf burned with a brand Then wheeled and ducked the pistol shot by Julie Ann She helped me right up from the hard spot where I fell The last Comanche moon, the Milky Way, the Mission Belle Hey-y oh Well it's been sixty years now since I made that fateful ride It's been twenty winters since I heard the Wolf had died It's been seven moons now since I lost my Julie Ann I'm goin' for to join her boys, my time is near at hand Don't mind my passin' boys, it's time the old man died The Wolf he waits to guide me up the trail o'er the divide The moon is risin' like it did so long ago An' I see the warriors waitin' on the ridge now, all aglow Farewell world of trouble here comes Julie Ann She rides the Milky Way to take me to the promised land The last Comanche moon was shinin' on me Bright as day my true love walked the trail from Hell's Midnight I rode the Milky Way I raced the Wolf the night the Broken Arrow fell I staked my life lost my fortune for to save the Mission Belle Hey-y oh… hey-y oh… hey-y oh…   Oh My Darling Clementine                                      H. S. Thompson     #38 Hear this song as sung by Freddy Quinn     Read about it                     Hear another version by Connie Francis Freddy Quinn lyrics – Oh my darlin' oh my darlin' oh my darlin' Clementine You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorrow Clementine In the cabin, in the canyon, Excavating for a mine Dwelt a miner, forty-niner, And his daughter Clementine Yes I loved her, how I loved her Though her shoes were number nine, Herring boxes, without topses, Sandals were for Clementine. Oh my darlin' oh my darlin' oh my darlin' Clementine You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorrow Clementine [Instrumental] Drove the horses to the water Ev'ry morning just at nine, Hit her foot against a splinter, Fell into the foaming brine. Ruby lips above the water, Blowin' bubbles, soft and fine, But, alas, I was no swimmer, So I lost my Clementine. Oh my darlin' oh my darlin' oh my darlin' Clementine You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorrow Clementine You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorrow Clementine   The Rebel – Johnny Yuma                                   Richard Markowitz     #39 Hear this song as sung by Johnny Cash     Read about it                     Hear another version by Nick Adams Johnny Cash lyrics – Away, away, away rode the rebel Johnny Yuma Johnny Yuma was a rebel He roamed through the West Did Johnny Yuma, the rebel He wandered alone He got fightin' mad This rebel lad He packed no star As he wandered far Where the only law Was a hook and a draw The rebel, Johnny Yuma Away, away, away rode the rebel Johnny Yuma Johnny Yuma was a rebel He roamed through the West Did Johnny Yuma, the rebel He wandered alone He searched the land This restless lad He was panther quick And leather tough If he figured that He'd been pushed enough The rebel, Johnny Yuma Away, away, away rode the rebel Johnny Yuma, Johnny Yuma Johnny Yuma was a rebel He roamed through the West Did Johnny Yuma, the rebel He wandered alone Fightin' mad This rebel lad With a dream he'd hold 'Til his dyin' breath He'd search his soul And gamble with death The rebel, Johnny Yuma Away, away, away rode the rebel Johnny Yuma, Johnny Yuma   The Ballad of Ira Hayes                                                 Peter La Farge     #40 Hear this song as sung by Johnny Cash     Read about it                     Hear another version by Kris Kristofferson Johnny Cash lyrics – Ira Hayes, Ira Hayes Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer any more Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor 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 Phoenix valley in Arizona land Down the ditches a thousand years The waters grew Ira's peoples' crops 'Till the white man stole the water rights And the sparklin' water stopped 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 Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war There they battled up Iwo Jima hill, Two hundred and fifty men But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again And when the fight was over And Old Glory raised Among the men who held it high Was the Indian, Ira Hayes Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Ira Hayes returned a hero Celebrated through the land He was wined and speeched and honored Everybody shook his hand But he was just a Pima Indian No water, no home, no chance At home nobody cared what Ira'd done And when did the Indians dance Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Then Ira started drinkin' hard; Jail was often his home They'd let him raise the flag and lower it Like you'd throw a dog a bone He died drunk early one mornin' Alone in the land he fought to save Two inches of water in a lonely ditch Was a grave for Ira Hayes Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes But his land is just as dry And his ghost is lyin' thirsty In the ditch where Ira died This is Top 100 Songs 21-40 – Go to 1-20, 41-60, 61-80, 81-100, Navigation Page, Home Top of Page

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