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
