Paul Francis Webster - Ballad of the Alamo lyrics

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 marchin' 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 d**h let 'em stay." In the sand he drew the 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 shell And a rousin' rebel yell Santa Anna turned scarlet "Play degüello!" he roared "I will show them no quarter Every one 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 then blew recall On the fatal third time Santa Anna breached the wall And he k**ed 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...