Remember 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
The man who would fight to the death crossed over
And him who would live, better fly
And over the line went a hundred and seventy nine

Ay, Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below!
That men wherever they go will remember the Alamo

Though Bowie lay dying his powder was ready and dry
From flat on his back, Bowie killed him a few in reply
And brave David Crockett was singing and laughing
With gallantry fears in his eyes
For God and for freedom, a man more than willing to die

Ay, Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below!
That men wherever they go will remember the Alamo

They sent a young scout through the battle much bloody and loud
With the words of farewell from a garrison valiant and proud
Don't grieve little darling, my dying, if Texas is sovereign and free
We'll never surrender and ever with liberty be

Ay, Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below!
That men wherever they go will remember the Alamo

Will remember the Alamo
Will remember.