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Dm In the southern part of Texas, in the C town of San Antone There's a Dm fortress all in ruins, that the weeds have overgrown
Dm You may look in vain for crosses and you'll C never see a one But Dm sometimes between the setting and the C rising of the F sun
You can C hear a ghostly F bugle, as the C men go marchin' F by You can C hear them as they Dm answer to the roll call in the sky
C Colonel Travis, F Davy Crockett, C and a hundred F eighty more E7 Captain Dickinson, A7 Jim Bowie, E7 present and A7 accounted for
Dm Back in eighteen thirty-six, Houston said to Travis Dm Get some volunteers C and go, Dm fortify the Alamo
Well the F men came from Texas and from ol' Tennes C see And they F joined up with C Travis, just to F fight for the C right to be A7 free
Dm Indian scouts with squirrel guns, men with muzzle loaders Dm Stood together heel C and toe, Dm to defend the Alamo
You may F ne'er see your loved ones, Travis told them that C day Those who F want to can C leave now, those who'll F fight to the C death, let 'em A7 stay
Dm In the sand he drew a line, with his army saber Dm Out of a hundred and eighty- C five, Dm not a soul to cross the line
With his F banners a Dm dancin', in the F dawn's golden C light Santa F Anna came C prancin', on a F horse that was C black as the A7 night
Dm Sent an officer to tell Travis to surrender Dm Travis answered with a C shell, and a Dm rousin' rebel yell
Santa F Anna turned Dm scarlet, "Play F Deguello" he C roared I will F show them no C quarter, every F one will be C put to the A7 sword
Dm One hundred and eighty-five, holdin' back five thousand Dm Five days, six days, eight days, C ten, Dm Travis held and held again
Then he F sent for Dm replacements, for his F wounded and C lame But the F troops that were C comin', never F came, never C came, neverA7came
Dm Twice he charged and blew recall, on the fatal third time Dm Santa Anna breached C the wall, Dm and he killed them one and all
Now the F bugles are Dm silent, and there's F rust on each C sword And the Dm small band of C soldiers, silent F lie asleep in the arms of the Lord
Dm (bridge...break) Dm In the southern part of Texas, near the C town of San Antone Like a Dm statue on his pinto, Dm rides a cowboy all alone
Dm And he sees the cattle grazin', where a C century before Santa Dm Anna's guns were blazin', and the C cannon used to F roar
And his C eyes turn sorta F misty as his C heart begins to F glow And he C takes his hat off Dm slowly...to the men of Alamo
To the silent C thirteen days of silent Dm glory...at the siege of Alamo Dm