Frankie Avalon Ballad Of The Alamo
In the southern part of Texas, near the town of San
Antone,
Stands 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 sometimes 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 with them came Jones Mary 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."
One hundred and eighty five brave men 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 his
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,stands a fortress all in ruin that the weeds
have overgrown...
