"Ballad Of the Alamo" by Marty Robbins

In the southern part of Texas in the town in San Antoine
Theres a fortress all in ruins that the weeds have overgrown
You may look in vain for crosses and youll 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 marchin by
You can hear them as they answer to that roll call in the
sky.

Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett and the 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 naer 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 an eighty-five, not a soldier crossed the
line
With his banners a dancin, in the dawns golden light
Santa Ana came prancin on a horse that was black as the
night
Sent an officer to tell, Travis to surrender
Travis answered with a shell and a rousin rebel yell
Santa Ana turned scarlet Play Deguello he roared!
I will show them no quarter, everyone will be put to the
sword.

One hundred and eight-five, holdin back five thousand
Five day, six days, eight days, ten, Travis held, and held
again
Then hed send for replacements for his wounded and lame
But the troops that were comin, never came, never came,
never came
Twice he charged then blew recall, on the fatal third time
Santa Ana breached the wall and he killed them one and all
Now the bugels are silent and theres 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 grazin where a century before
Santa Anas guns were blazin and the cannons used to roar
And his eyes turned sort of 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.