A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die
By a line that he drew with his sword as the battle grew nigh
A man that crossed over the lines for glory
But him who would live better fly
And over the line went a hundred and seventy nine
Hey Santa Anna we're killing your soldiers below
So men wherever they go will remember the Alamo
Jim Bowie lay dying but his powder was ready and dry
With his knife in his hand he took him a few in reply
And young David Crockett lay laughing and dying
The blood and the sweat in his eyes
For Texas and freedom a man more than willing to die
Hey Santa Anna...
They sent a young scout through 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