Ballad Of The Alamo

In the Southern part of Texas

Near the town of San Antone

Like a statue on his pony

Rides a cowboy all alone

And he sees the cattle grazing

Where a century before

Santa Anna's guns were blazing

And the cannons used to roar

You can hear a ghostly bugle

As the men go marching by

You can hear 'em as they answer

To that roll call in the sky

Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett

And a hundred eighty more

Captain Dickenson, Jim Bowie

Present and accounted for

Back in eighteen thirty-six

Houston said to Travis

Get some volunteers and

Go fortify the Alamo

You may never see your loved ones

Travis told them that day

Those that want to can leave now

Those that fight to the death, let 'em stay

Indian scouts with squirrel guns

Men with muzzle loaders

Stood together heel and toe

To defend the Alamo

With his banners a-dancing

In the dawn's golden light

Santa Anna came prancing on a horse

That was black as the night

A hundred eighty-nine brave men

Holding 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 coming

Never came, never came, never came

Twice he charged them to 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 pony

Rides a cowboy all alone

And he sees the cattle grazing

Where a century before

Santa Anna's guns were blazing

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 men of Alamo

To the men of Alamo