Remember The Alamo
And a hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to dieBy the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nighAny man that would fight to the death crossed overBut him that would live, better flyAnd over the line went a hundred and seventy nine
Hey Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below!That men, wherever they go will remember the Alamo
Bowie lay dying, but his powder was ready and dryFlat on his back, Bowie killed him a few in replyAnd young David Crockett was singing and laughingWith gallantry fears in his eyesFor God and for freedom, a man more than willing to die
Hey Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below!That men, wherever they go will remember the Alamo
And then they sent a young scout from the battlements, bloody and loudWith the words of farewell from a garrison valiant and proud"Grieve not little darling, my dying, if Texas is sovereign and freeWe'll never surrender and ever with liberty be"
Hey Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below!That men, wherever they go will remember the Alamo