In the southern part of texas
Near the town of san antone
Like a statue on his pony

Rides a cowboy all alone

And he sees the cattle grazing

Where a century before
Santa anna's guns were blazing
And the cannons used to roar


You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by

You can hear 'em as they answer
To that roll call in the sky


Colonel travis, davy crockett
And a hundred eighty more
Captain dickenson, jim bowie

Present and accounted for

Back in eighteen thirty-six

Gouston said to travis
Get some volunteers and
Go fortify the alamo


You may never see your loved ones
Travis told them that day

Those that want to can leave now
Those that fight to the death, let 'em stay


Indian scouts with squirrel guns
Men with muzzle loaders
Stood together heel and toe

To defend the alamo

With his banners a-dancing

In the dawn's golden light
Santa anna came prancing on a horse
That was black as the night


A hundred eighty-nine brave men
Holding 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 coming

Never came, never came, never came

Twice he charged them to 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


In the southern part of texas
Near the town of san antone
Like a statue on his pony

Rides a cowboy all alone

And he sees the cattle grazing

Where a century before
Santa anna's guns were blazing
And the cannons used to roar


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

And he takes his hat off slowly
To the men of alamo


To the men of alamo
To the men of alamo