The Ballad of the Alamo
, by Dimitri Tiomkin
and Paul Francis Webster[?]
- 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 Dickenson, Jim Bowie present and accounted for;
- Back in eighteen thirty-six - 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 that want to can leave now, those that 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 prancin' on a horse that was black as the night ...
- Sent an officer to tell - Travis to surrender
- Travis answered with a shout and a rousin' rebel yell
- Santa Anna turned scarlet, "Play [*Deguello]", he roared
- "I will show them no quarter, everyone will be put to the sword";
- One hundred and eighty five holdin' 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 comin' never came, never came, never came...
- Twice he charged them to recall - on the fatal third time
- Santa Anna breached the wall and he killed them 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 grazin' where a century before
- Santa Anna's guns were blazin' 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.
A well-recognized version of this song is sung by Marty Robbins
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