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      The Alamo
         BALLAD OF THE ALAMO   

      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.
                To the thirteen days of glory
                At the siege of Alamo...
       


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