Another Side Of Bob Dylan

Wise men say, only fools rush in
But i can't help falling in love with you
Shall i stay, will it be a sin
If i can't help falling in love with you ?

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes, some things were meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For i can't help falling in love with you.

Gather round you people and a story i will tell
About a brave young indian you should remember well
From the tribe of pima indians, a proud and a peaceful band
They farmed the phoenix valley in arizona land
Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed
Till their white man stole their water rights and the running water hushed
Now ira's folks were hungry and their farms wene crops of weeds
But when war came he volunteers and forgot, the white man's greed
Call him, drunken ira hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war
Yes, call him, drunken ira hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war.

They started up iwo jima hill, 250 men
But only 27 lived to walk back down that hill again
And when the fight was over and the old glory raised
One of the men who held it high was the indian ira hayes
Call him, drunken ira hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war
Call him, drunken ira hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war.

Now ira 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 money crops, no chance
And at home nobody cared what ira had done and the wind did the indian's
Dance
Call him, drunken ira hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war
Call him, drunken ira hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war.

And ira started drinking hard, jail was often his home
They let him raise the flag there and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone
He died drunk early one morning, alone in the land he had fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for ira hayes
Call him, drunken ira hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war
Yes, call him, drunken ira hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war.

Yes, call him, drunken ira hayes, but his land is still as dry
And his ghost is lying thirsty in the ditch where ira died
Call him, drunken ira hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war
Yes, call him, drunken ira hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war.

They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot
A pink hotel, a boutique and a swinging hot spot
Don't it always go to show
You never know what you got till it's gone ?
They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot.

They took all the trees, they put them in a tree museum
They charged the people a dollar and a half just to see them
Don't it always go to show
You never know what you got till it's gone ?
They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot.

Hey farmer, farmer, put away that d.d.t
Give me spots on my apples but leave me the birds and the bees, please,
Don't it always go to show
You never know what you got till it's gone ?
They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot.

Late last night i heard my screen door slam
A big yellow buldozer took away the house and land
Don't it always go to show
You never know what you got till it's gone ?
They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot.