Remember The Alamo

 

A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die

By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh

The man who would fight to the death crossed over

And him who would live, better fly

And over the line went a hundred and seventy-nine

Ay, Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below!

That men wherever they go will remember the Alamo

Though Bowie lay dying his powder was ready and dry

From flat on his back, Bowie killed him a few in reply

And brave David Crockett was singing and laughing

With gallantry fierce in his eyes

For God and for freedom, a man more than willing to die

Ay, Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below!

That men wherever they go will remember the Alamo

They sent a young scout through the battle much bloody and loud

With the words of farewell from a garrison valiant and proud

Don't grieve little darling, my dying, if Texas is sovereign and free

We'll never surrender and ever with liberty be

Ay, Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below!

That men wherever they go will remember the Alamo

Will remember the Alamo

Will remember.