'Bout three thousand men, so the story goes
Came to fight the few at the Alamo
And among the few was a country boy
With an old guitar and a song o' joy
We get the word, the big attack
But come at the break of day
I went and told that country boy
Go put your guitar away
Dig it the gun, at bay
And the country boy, he looked at me
He laughed at me
He sang:
(Hush up your mind
I ain't gonna die
'Cause I got a good luck charm
Ain't nobody can hurt me, do me no harm)
With my charm
(My little lady back home she dun' gave it to me
Where she said it'll keep you as safe as can be)
Over the hill Santa Ana came
With all of three thousand men
Praise it the flag Jim Curry cried
We fight on until the end
We'll never see home again
And the country boy, he looked at me
He laughed at me
He sang:
(Hush up your mind
I ain't gonna die
'Cause I got a good luck charm
Ain't nobody can hurt me, do me no harm)
With my charm
(My little lady back home she dun' gave it to me
Where she said it'll keep you as safe as can be)
He was singing his dang fool song
About his dang fool charm
When they shot his dang fool head off.
Dummy...
(Hush up your mind
I ain't gonna die
'Cause I got a good luck charm
Ain't nobody can hurt me, do me no harm)
With my charm
(Hush up your mind
I ain't gonna die
'Cause I got a good luck charm
Ain't nobody can hurt me, do me no harm)
With my charm
(Hush up your mind
I ain't gonna die
'Cause I got a good luck charm
Ain't nobody can hurt me, do me no harm)
With my charm
(Hush up your mind
I ain't gonna die
'Cause I got a good luck charm...