In the
southern part of
Texas, near the town of
San
Antonio,
Stands 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 the roll call in the sky
Colonel
Travis,
Davy
Crockett, an d a hundred eighty more
Captain
Dickinson,
Jim
Bowie, present and accounted for
Back in 1836,
Houston said to
Travis
Get some volunteers and
go for tify the
Alamo
Well the men came from
Texas and from old
Tennessee
And with them came young
Smitty just to fight for the right to be free
Engine 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 who want to can leave now
Those who'll fight to the death,
let him stay
One hundred eighty -five brave men
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 his lame
But the troops that were coming
Never came, never came, never came
Twice he charred and blew recall
on the fatal third time
Santana breaks the wall and
he killed them one by all
Now the bugles are silent and
the 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
Stands a fortress all in ruins that the
weeds have overgrown