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        In the southern part of Texas
    In the town of San Antone
    There's a fortress all in ruins that the weeds have overgrown
    You may look in vain for crosses and you'll 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 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 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 ne'er 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 eighty five
    Not a soldier crossed the line
    With his banners a-dancin'
    In the dawn's golden light
    Santa Anna came prancing
    On a horse that was black as the night.
    Sent an officer to tell
    Travis to surrender
    Travis answered with a shell
    And a rousing rebel yell
    Santa Anna turned scarlet
    "Play deguello!" he roared
    "I will show them no quarter
    Every one will be put to the sword!"
    One hundred and eighty five
    Holding 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 coming
    Never came, never came, never came...
    Twice he charged and blew recall
    On the fatal third time
    Santa Anna breached the wall
    And he killed 'em, 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 grazing where a century before
    Santa Anna's guns were blazing and the cannons used to roar
    And his eyes turn sorta 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 siege of Alamo...
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