Remember The Alamo

And a hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh Any man that would fight to the death crossed over But him that would live, better fly And over the line went a hundred and seventy nine Hey Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below! That men, wherever they go will remember the Alamo Bowie lay dying, but his powder was ready and dry Flat on his back, Bowie killed him a few in reply And young David Crockett was singing and laughing With gallantry fears in his eyes For God and for freedom, a man more than willing to die Hey Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below! That men, wherever they go will remember the Alamo And then they sent a young scout from the battlements, bloody and loud With the words of farewell from a garrison valiant and proud "Grieve not little darling, my dying, if Texas is sovereign and free We'll never surrender and ever with liberty be" Hey Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below! That men, wherever they go will remember the Alamo