Ballad Of The Alamo Lyrics

Ballad Of The Alamo lyrics

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 seige of Alamo...