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In theAm southern part of Texas
In Gthe town of San Antone
AmThere's a fortress all inDm ruins that Amthe weeds have overgrEown Am
You may look in vain for crosses and you'll never see a-one G
AmBut sometimes between the settiCng and the risingAm of the sun Dm Am
You can hear a gDmhostly bugle Am
As the men go marcDmhing by Am
You can hear themDm as they answer Am
To that rEoll call in the sky. Am
EmColonel Travis, Davy CrocAmkett, and a hundred eigDmhty more Am
GCaptain Dickinson, Jim Bowie C
EPresent and accounted for.Am
AmBack in 1836, Houston sGaid to Travis Am
"Get some volunteerCs and go G
CFortiEfy the Alamo.Am"
CWell the men came from Texas Am
CAnd from old Tennessee Dm
AmAnd they joined up with Travis Dm
AmJust to fight for the righDmt to be free. E
AmIndian scouts with squirrel guns
GMen with muzzle-loaders Am
Stood Ctogether, heel and toe G
CTo deEfend the AlamAmo.
C"You may ne'er see your loved ones," Am
CTravis told them that day Dm
Am"Those who want to can leave now Dm
AmThose who fight to the death leDmt 'em stay." E
AmIn the sand he drew a line
GWith his army sabre Am
Out of aC hundred eighty five G
CNot a soldEier crossed the liAmne
CWith his banners a-dancin' Am
CIn the dawn's golden light Dm
AmSanta Anna came prancing Dm
AmOn a horse that was blaDmck as the night. E
AmSent an officer to tell
GTravis to surrender Am
TCravis answered with a shell G
CAnd a rousing reEbel yell Am
CSanta Anna turned scarlet Am
C"Play deguello!" he roared Dm
Am"I will show them no quarter Dm
AmEvery one will be put to Dmthe sword!" E
AmOne hundred and eighty five
GHolding back five thousand Am
CFive days, six days, eight days, ten G
CTravis held and Eheld again Am
CThen he sent for replacements Am
CFor his wounded and lame Dm
AmBut the troops that were coming Dm
AmNever came, never cDmame, never came... E
AmTwice he charged and blew recall
GOn the fatal third time Am
CSanta Anna breached the wall G
CAnd he killed 'em, oneE and all Am
CNow the bugles are silent Am
CAnd there's rust on each sword Dm
AmAnd the small band of soldiers... Dm
AmLie asleep in the arms ofDm the Lord... E
AmIn the southern part of Texas
NeaGr the town of San Antone
AmLike a statue on his pintDmo rides a coAmwboy all aloEne Am
And he sees the cattle grazing where a century before G
AmSanta Anna's guns were blazCing and theAm cannons used to roarDm Am
And his eyes turDmn sorta misty Am
And his heart begDmins to glow Am
And he takes his Dmhat off slowly... Am
ToE the men of Alamo. Am
To the thirteen daDmys of glory Am
At the siEege of Alamo.. Am
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