A5 In the southern part of Texas G5 In the town of San Antone A5 D5 A5 E5 A5 There's a fortress all in ruins that the weeds have overgrown G5 You may look in vain for crosses and you'll never see a-one A5 C5 A5 D5 A5 But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun D5 A5 You can hear a ghostly bugle D5 A5 As the men go marching by D5 A5 You can hear them as they answer E5 A5 To that roll call in the sky. E5 A5 D5 A5 Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett, and a hundred eighty more G5 C5 Captain Dickinson, Jim Bowie E5 A5 Present and accounted for. A5 G5 A5 Back in 1836, Houston said to Travis C5 G5 "Get some volunteers and go C5 E5 A5 Fortify the Alamo." C5 A5 Well the men came from Texas C5 D5 And from old Tennessee A5 D5 And they joined up with Travis A5 D5 E5 Just to fight for the right to be free. A5 Indian scouts with squirrel guns G5 A5 Men with muzzle-loaders C5 G5 Stood together, heel and toe C5 E5 A5 To defend the Alamo. C5 A5 "You may ne'er see your loved ones," C5 D5 Travis told them that day A5 D5 "Those who want to can leave now A5 D5 E5 Those who fight to the death let 'em stay." A5 In the sand he drew a line G5 A5 With his army sabre C5 G5 Out of a hundred eighty five C5 E5 A5 Not a soldier crossed the line C5 A5 With his banners a-dancin' C5 D5 In the dawn's golden light A5 D5 Santa Anna came prancing A5 D5 E5 On a horse that was black as the night. A5 Sent an officer to tell G5 A5 Travis to surrender C5 G5 Travis answered with a shell C5 E5 A5 And a rousing rebel yell C5 A5 Santa Anna turned scarlet C5 D5 "Play deguello!" he roared A5 D5 "I will show them no quarter A5 D5 E5 Every one will be put to the sword!" A5 One hundred and eighty five G5 A5 Holding back five thousand C5 G5 Five days, six days, eight days, ten C5 E5 A5 Travis held and held again C5 A5 Then he sent for replacements C5 D5 For his wounded and lame A5 D5 But the troops that were coming A5 D5 E5 Never came, never came, never came... A5 Twice he charged and blew recall G5 A5 On the fatal third time C5 G5 Santa Anna breached the wall C5 E5 A5 And he killed 'em , one and all C5 A5 Now the bugles are silent C5 D5 And there's rust on each sword A5 D5 And the small band of soldiers... A5 D5 E5 Lie asleep in the arms of the Lord... A5 In the southern part of Texas G5 Near the town of San Antone A5 D5 A5 E5 A5 Like a statue on his pinto rides a cowboy all alone G5 And he sees the cattle grazing where a century before A5 C5 A5 D5 A5 Santa Anna's guns were blazing and the cannons used to roar D5 A5 And his eyes turn sorta misty D5 A5 And his heart begins to glow D5 A5 And he takes his hat off slowly... E5 A5 To the men of Alamo. D5 A5 To the thirteen days of glory E5 A5 At the siege of Alamo..
