Karaoké Ballad of the Alamo Marty Robbins

In the southern part of Texas in the town of San Antone

There's a fortress all in ruin that the weeds have overgrown

You may look in vain for crosses and you'll never see a one

But sometime 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 Dickenson Jim Bowie present and accounted for

Back in eighteen thirty six

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 never see your loved ones

Travis told them that day those that want to can leave now

Those who'll 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 prancin'

On a horse that was black as the night

He sent an officer to tell

Travis to surrender

Travis answered with a shell and a rousin' rebel yell

Santa Anna turned scarlet play Degüello he roared

I will show them no quarter

Everyone will be put to the sword

One hundred and eighty five holdin' 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 comin'

Never came never came never came

Twice he charged then blew recall on the fatal third time

Santa Anna breached the wall and he killed them 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 grazin' where a century before

Santa Anna's guns were blazin' and the cannons used to roar

And his eyes turn 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