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 never see your loved ones,” Travis told them that day.
“Those that want to can leave now, those who'll fight to the death, let ‘em stay.”
In the sand he drew a 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.
He 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, everyone 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 sort of 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 seige of Alamo.
This always bring pride to my heart and a tear to my eye--
Visited the Alamo many moons ago when I was stationed up hill at Ft. Sill, OK. It was an interesting look at a significant historical event that those of us faced with losing freedom and liberty today should be inspired by.
Donovan singing “The Alamo”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-jB0VvhjFg
A 180 were challenged by Travis to die
By a line that he drew with his sword as the battle drew nigh
A man that crossed over the line was for glory
And he that was left better fly
And over the line crossed 179
Hey Up Santa Anna, they’re killing your soldiers below
So the rest of Texas will know
And remember the Alamo
Jim Bowie lay dying, the blood and the sweat in his eyes
But his knife at the ready to take him a few in reply
Young Davy Crocket lay laughing and dying
The blood and the sweat in his eyes
For Texas and freedom a man was more willing to die
Hey Up Santa Anna, they’re killing your soldiers below
So the rest of Texas will know
And remember the Alamo
A courier came to a battle once bloody and loud
And found only skin and bones where he once left a crowd
Fear not little darling of dying
If this world be sovereign and free
For we’ll fight to the last for as long as liberty be
Hey Up Santa Anna, they’re killing your soldiers below
So the rest of Texas will know
And remember the Alamo
Remember the Alamo!
Now the cannons are silent, and there’s rust on each sword;
And the small band of soldiers, “Lie asleep in the arms of the Lord.”