Frankie Avalon - Ballad of the Alamo


Ballad of the Alamo

In the southern part of Texas,
In the town of San Antone,
There's a fortress all in ruin
That the weeds have overgrown.
You may look in vain for crosses
And you'll never see a one,
But sometime between the setting
And the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by,
You can hear them 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 1836,
Houston said to Travis:
"Get some volunteers and go
Fortify the Alamo."
Well, the men came from Texas
And from old 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 never see your loved ones",
Travis told them that day,
"Those that 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 sabre;
Out of a hundred eighty five,
Not a soldier crossed 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 degüello," 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, then 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.
~ ~ ~
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 cannons used to roar.
And his eyes turn sort of misty,
And 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.
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