The Alamo Songtext

The Alamo 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, cross over But if you wanna live, you better fly And over the line stepped a hundred and seventy nine Hey, Santa Anna, we're killing you're soldiers below So men, wherever they go, will remember the Alamo Old Bowie lay dyin', his powder was ready and dry Flat on his back, Bowie killed him a few in reply And young Davy Crockett was smilin' and laughin' with gallantry tears in eyes For God and for freedom, a man more than willing to die 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 darlin', my dyin', if Texas is sovereign and free We'll never surrender and ever will liberty be