Am In the southern part of TexasG In the town of San AntoneAm Dm Am E Am There's a fortress all in ruins that the weeds have overgrownG You may look in vain for crosses and you'll never see a-oneAm C Am Dm Am But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sunDm Am You can hear a ghostly bugleDm Am As the men go marching byDm Am You can hear them as they answerE Am To that roll call in the sky.Em Am Dm Am Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett, and a hundred eighty moreG C Captain Dickinson, Jim BowieE Am Present and accounted for.Am G Am Back in 1836, Houston said to TravisC G "Get some volunteers and goC E Am Fortify the Alamo."C Am Well the men came from TexasC Dm And from old TennesseeAm Dm And they joined up with TravisAm Dm E Just to fight for the right to be free.Am Indian scouts with squirrel gunsG Am Men with muzzle-loadersC G Stood together, heel and toeC E Am To defend the Alamo.C Am "You may ne'er see your loved ones,"C Dm Travis told them that dayAm Dm "Those who want to can leave nowAm Dm E Those who fight to the death let 'em stay."Am In the sand he drew a lineG Am With his army sabreC G Out of a hundred eighty fiveC E Am Not a soldier crossed the lineC Am With his banners a-dancin'C Dm In the dawn's golden lightAm Dm Santa Anna came prancingAm Dm E On a horse that was black as the night.Am Sent an officer to tellG Am Travis to surrenderC G Travis answered with a shellC E Am And a rousing rebel yellC Am Santa Anna turned scarletC Dm "Play deguello!" he roaredAm Dm "I will show them no quarterAm Dm E Every one will be put to the sword!"Am One hundred and eighty fiveG Am Holding back five thousandC G Five days, six days, eight days, tenC E Am Travis held and held againC Am Then he sent for replacementsC Dm For his wounded and lameAm Dm But the troops that were comingAm Dm E Never came, never came, never came...Am Twice he charged and blew recallG Am On the fatal third timeC G Santa Anna breached the wallC E Am And he killed 'em, one and allC Am Now the bugles are silentC Dm And there's rust on each swordAm Dm And the small band of soldiers...Am Dm E Lie asleep in the arms of the Lord...Am In the southern part of TexasG Near the town of San AntoneAm Dm Am E Am Like a statue on his pinto rides a cowboy all aloneG And he sees the cattle grazing where a century beforeAm C Am Dm Am Santa Anna's guns were blazing and the cannons used to roarDm Am And his eyes turn sorta mistyDm Am And his heart begins to glowDm Am And he takes his hat off slowly...E Am To the men of Alamo.Dm Am To the thirteen days of gloryE Am At the siege of Alamo..
Ballad Of The Alamo
Marty Robbins
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