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In the southern part of Texas, in the town of San Antone
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There's a fortress all in ruins, that the weeds have overgrown
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You may look in vain for crosses and you'll never see a one
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But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
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You can hear a ghostly bugle, as the men go marchin' by
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You can hear them as they answer to the roll call in the sky
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Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett, and a hundred eighty more
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Captain Dickinson, Jim Bowie, present and accounted for
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Back in eighteen thirty-six, Houston said to Travis
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Get some volunteers and go, fortify the Alamo
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Well the men came from Texas and from ol' Tennes see
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And they joined up with Travis, just to fight for the right to be free
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Indian scouts with squirrel guns, men with muzzle loaders
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Stood together heel and toe, to defend the Alamo
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You may ne'er see your loved ones, Travis told them that day
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Those who want to can leave now, those who'll fight to the death, let 'em stay
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In the sand he drew a line, with his army saber
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Out of a hundred and eighty- five, not a soul to cross the line
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With his banners a dancin', in the dawn's golden light
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Santa Anna came prancin', on a horse that was black as the night
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Sent an officer to tell Travis to surrender
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Travis answered with a shell, and a rousin' rebel yell
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Santa Anna turned scarlet, "Play Deguello" he roared
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I will show them no quarter, every one will be put to the sword
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One hundred and eighty-five, holdin' back five thousand
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Five days, six days, eight days, ten, Travis held and held again
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Then he sent for replacements, for his wounded and lame
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But the troops that were comin', never came, never came, nevercame
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Twice he charged and blew recall, on the fatal third time
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Santa Anna breached the wall, and he killed them one and all
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Now the bugles are silent, and there's rust on each sword
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And the small band of soldiers, lie asleep in the arms of the Lord
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In the southern part of Texas, near the town of San Antone
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Like a statue on his pinto, rides a cowboy all alone
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And he sees the cattle grazin', where a century before
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Santa Anna's guns were blazin', and the cannon used to roar
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And his eyes turn sorta misty as his heart begins to glow
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And he takes his hat off slowly...to the men of Alamo
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To the thirteen days of glory...at the siege of Alamo
