Marty Robbins Ballad of Alamo Lyrics

In the southern part of Texas, in the town of San Antone

There's a fortress all in ruins, that the weeds have overgrown

You may look in vain for crosses andÊ you'll never see a one

But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun

You can hear a ghostly bugle, as the men go marchin' by

You can hear them as they answer to the roll call in the sky

Colonel Travis, Davy Crocket, and a hundred eighty more

Captain d___inson, Jim Bowie, present and accounted for

Back in eighteen thirty-six, Houston said to Travis

Get some volunteers and go, fortify the Alamo

Well, the men came from Texas and from ol' Tennessee

And they joined up with Travis, just to fight for the right to be free

Indian scouts with squirrel guns, men with muzzle loaders

Stood together heel and toe, to defend the Alamo

You may ne'er see your loved ones, Travis told them that day

Those who want to can leave now, those who'll fight to the death, let 'em stay

In the sand he drew a line, with his army saber

Out of a hundred and eighty-five, not a soul to cross the line

With his banners a dancin', in the dawn's golden light

Santa Anna came prancin', on a horse that was black as the night

Sent an officer to tell Travis to surrender

Travis answered with a shell, and a rousin' rebel yell

Santa Anna turned scarlet, play Deguello, he roared

I will show them no quarter, everyone will be put to the sword

One hundred and eighty-five holdin' back five thousand

Five days, six days, eight days, ten Travis held and held again

Then he sent for replacements for his wounded and lame

But the troops that were comin', never came, never came, never came

Twice he charged and blew recall, on the fatal third time

Santa Anna breached the wall, and he killed them one and all

Now the bugles are silent, and there's rust on each sword

And the small band of soldiers, lie asleep in the arms of the Lord

(bridge...break)

In the southern part of Texas, near the town of San Antone

Like a statue on his pinto, rides a cowboy all alone

And he sees the cattle grazin', where a century before

Santa Anna's guns were blazin', and the cannon used to roar

And his eyes turn sorta misty as his heart begins to glow

And he takes his hat off slowly...to the men of Alamo

To the thirteen days of glory...at the siege of Alamo

(chorus begins to sing)

Now the bugles are silent, and there's rust on each sword

And the small band of soldiers, lie asleep in the arms of the Lord

Lie asleep...in the arms...of the Lord

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