A hundred and eighty
Were challenged by Travis to die
By the line that he drew with his sword
When the battle was nigh
"Any man that would fight
To the death, cross over
But if you wanna live, you better fly"
And over the line
Went a hundred and seventy nine
Hey, Santa Anna
We're killing your soldiers below
That men, wherever they go
Will remember the Alamo
Old Bowie lay dying
His powder was ready and dry
Flat on his back
Bowie killed him a few in reply
And young David Crockett
Was singing and laughing
With gallantry fears in his eyes
For God and for freedom
A man more than willing to die
Hey, Santa Anna
We're killing your soldiers below
That men, wherever they go
Will remember the Alamo
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 darling, my dying
If Texas is sovereign and free
We'll never surrender
And ever with liberty be"
Hey, Santa Anna
We're killing your soldiers below
That men, wherever they go
Will remember the Alamo