C           G7          C             G7        C G7 C G7
A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die
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By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh
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Any man that would fight to the death, cross over
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But if you wanna live, you better fly
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And over the line stepped a hundred and seventy nine

Chorus:
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Hey, Santa Ana, we're killing you're soldiers below
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So men, wherever they go, will remember the Alamo


Old Bowie lay dyin', his powder was ready and dry
Flat on his back, Bowie killed him a few in reply
And young Davy Crockett was smilin' and laughin'
with gallantry tears in eyes
For God and for freedom, a man more than willing to die

Repeat chorus

They sent a young scout from the battlements bloody and loud
With the words of farewell from a garrison valiant and proud
Grieve not little darlin', my dyin', if Texas is sovereign and free
We'll never surrender and ever will liberty be

Repeat chorus