Am In the southern part of Texas G In the town of San Antone Am Dm Am E Am There's a fortress all in ruins that the weeds have overgrown G You may look in vain for crosses and you'll never see a-one Am C Am Dm Am But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun Dm Am You can hear a ghostly bugle Dm Am As the men go marching by Dm Am You can hear them as they answer E Am To that roll call in the sky. Em Am Dm Am Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett, and a hundred eighty more G C Captain Dickinson, Jim Bowie E Am Present and accounted for. Am G Am Back in 1836, Houston said to Travis C G "Get some volunteers and go C E Am Fortify the Alamo." C Am Well the men came from Texas C Dm And from old Tennessee Am Dm And they joined up with Travis Am Dm E Just to fight for the right to be free. Am Indian scouts with squirrel guns G Am Men with muzzle-loaders C G Stood together, heel and toe C E Am To defend the Alamo. C Am "You may ne'er see your loved ones," C Dm Travis told them that day Am Dm "Those who want to can leave now Am Dm E Those who fight to the death let 'em stay." Am In the sand he drew a line G Am With his army sabre C G Out of a hundred eighty five C E Am Not a soldier crossed the line C Am With his banners a-dancin' C Dm In the dawn's golden light Am Dm Santa Anna came prancing Am Dm E On a horse that was black as the night. Am Sent an officer to tell G Am Travis to surrender C G Travis answered with a shell C E Am And a rousing rebel yell C Am Santa Anna turned scarlet C Dm "Play deguello!" he roared Am Dm "I will show them no quarter Am Dm E Every one will be put to the sword!" Am One hundred and eighty five G Am Holding back five thousand C G Five days, six days, eight days, ten C E Am Travis held and held again C Am Then he sent for replacements C Dm For his wounded and lame Am Dm But the troops that were coming Am Dm E Never came, never came, never came... Am Twice he charged and blew recall G Am On the fatal third time C G Santa Anna breached the wall C E Am And he killed 'em , one and all C Am Now the bugles are silent C Dm And there's rust on each sword Am Dm And the small band of soldiers... Am Dm E Lie asleep in the arms of the Lord... Am In the southern part of Texas G Near the town of San Antone Am Dm Am E Am Like a statue on his pinto rides a cowboy all alone G And he sees the cattle grazing where a century before Am C Am Dm Am Santa Anna's guns were blazing and the cannons used to roar Dm Am And his eyes turn sorta misty Dm Am And his heart begins to glow Dm Am And he takes his hat off slowly... E Am To the men of Alamo. Dm Am To the thirteen days of glory E Am At the siege of Alamo..
