" In the southern part of Texas In the town of San Antone There's a fortress all in ruins that the weeds have overgrown
You may look in vain for crosses and you'll never see a-one But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun You can hear a ghostly bugle As the men go marching by You can hear them as they answer To that roll call in the sky.
Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett, and a hundred eighty more Captain Dickinson, Jim Bowie Present and accounted for.
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 ne'er see your loved ones," Travis told them that day "Those who want to can leave now Those who 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 prancing On a horse that was black as the night.
Sent an officer to tell Travis to surrender Travis answered with a shell And a rousing rebel yell Santa Anna turned scarlet "Play deguello!" he roared "I will show them no quarter Every one will be put to the sword!"
One hundred and eighty five 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 and blew recall On the fatal third time Santa Anna breached the wall And he killed 'em, 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 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.
Love that song and I'm a 20 year old Yankee LOL. To the thirteen days of glory At the siege of Alamo..."
Finally did, a few months ago. Thanks to WinMX.
Sung by Johnny Horton, as I recall.
Nice words to the song.
I just couldn't help but think about how things have changed. Last month the President invited a brain damage, druggy to a big dinner in DC and this same guy was arrested for urinating on the Alamo some years back. I reckon the times are a changen.
And to that fateful day in San Jacinto when grandpappy wanted to shoot Santa Anna dead on the spot but the older boys insisted on taking him to Sam Houston.
Don't hold your breath, the Mexican army has been crossing over for years. The politicians continue shaking their heads and making hollow promises.