THE ALAMO

One hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die

By a line that he drew with his sword when the battle grew nigh

For a man that crossed over the line was for glory

A man left behind better fly

And over the line crossed one hundred and seventy nine

                                      Chorus

Hey Up Santa Anna they’re killing your soldiers below

And the rest of Texas will know

And remember the Alamo

Jim Bowie lay dying, his blood and his powder was dry

With his knife at the ready to take him a few in reply

Young Davy Crockett lay laughing and dying

The blood and the tears in his eyes

But for Texas and freedom no man was more willing to die

Chorus

A courier came to the battle once bloody and loud

But found only skin and bone where he once left a crowd

Fear not little darling of dying while the world is still living and free

We’ll fight to the death as long as liberty be

Chorus