Tuning:

I was learning to play some of my friends favorite songs, so I thought this needed to be on Ultimate Guitar. It sounds good with a capo on the third fret. Tell me if the chords are right, and if it sounds better with a different capo placement. (I'm new to figuring out songs) Intro: [----------------------------------------------] [----------------------------------------------] [------------0---------------------------------] [---0--2--3----3--2--0-------------------------] [-3---------------------3--3--3--3--0--0--0----] [--------------------------------------------3-]

^AmIn the southern part of Texas ^GIn the town of San Antone ^AmThere's a fortress all in ^Dmruins that the ^Amweeds have overgro^Ewn ^Am You may look in vain for crosses and you'll never see a-one ^G ^AmBut sometimes between the s^Cetting and the ris^Aming of the sun ^Dm ^Am You can hear a gh^Dmostly bugle ^Am As the men go mar^Dmching by ^Am You can hear them^Dm as they answer^Am To that rol^El call in the sky ^Am

C^Emolonel Travis, Davy Cro^Amckett, and a hundred eight^Dmy more C^Gaptain Dickenson, Jim Bowie ^C P^Emresent and accounted for ^Am

^AmBack in 1836, Houston s^Gaid to Travis ^Am “Get some volunteer^Cs and go ^G ^CForti^Efy the Alam^Amo”

^CWell the men came from Texas ^Am ^CAnd from old Tennessee ^Dm ^AmAnd they joined up with Travis ^Dm ^AmJust to fight for the right^Dm to be free. ^E

^AmIndian scouts with squirrel guns ^GMen with muzzle-loaders ^Am Stood t^Cogether, heel and toe ^G ^CTo defe^End the Alamo.^Am

^C“You may ne'er see your loved ones,” ^Am ^CTravis told them that day ^Dm ^Am“Those who want to can leave now ^Dm ^AmThose who fight to the death let^Dm 'em stay.” ^E

^AmIn the sand he drew a line ^GWith his army sabre ^Am Out of ^Ca hundred eighty five ^G ^CNot a soldi^Eer crossed the line^Am

^CWith his banners a-dancin' ^Am ^CIn the dawns' golden light ^Dm ^AmSanta Anna came prancing ^Dm ^AmOn a horse that was black^Dm as the night. ^E

^AmSent an officer to tell ^GTravis to surrender ^Am Tr^Cavis answered with a shell ^G ^CAnd a rousing re^Ebel yell ^Am

^CSanta Anna turned scarlet ^Am ^C“Play dugello!” he roared ^Dm ^Am“I will show them no quarter ^Dm ^AmEvery one will be put to th^Dme sword!” ^E

^AmOne hundred and eighty five ^GHolding back five thousand ^Am ^CFive days, six days, eight days, ten ^G ^CTravis held and ^Eheld again ^Am

^CThen he sent for replacements ^Am ^CFor his wounded and lame ^Dm ^AmBut the troops that were coming ^Dm ^AmNever came, never c^Dmame, never came... ^E

^AmTwice he charged and blew recall ^GOn the fatal third time ^Am ^CSanta Anna breached the wall ^G ^CAnd he killed 'em all, one^E and all ^Am

^CNow the bugles are silent ^Am ^CAnd there's rust on each sword ^Dm ^AmAnd the small band of soldiers...^Dm ^AmLie asleep in the arms of ^Dmthe Lord... ^E

^AmIn the southern part of Texas Ne^Gar the town of San Antone ^AmLike a statue on his pinto^Dm rides a cowbo^Amy all alone^E ^Am And he sees the cattle grazing where a century before ^G ^AmSanta Anna's guns were blazin^Cg and the c^Amannons used to roar ^Dm ^Am And his eyes turn^Dm sorta misty ^Am And his heart beg^Dmins to glow ^Am And he takes his ^Dmhat off slowly..^Am. To^E the men of the Alam^Amo

To the thirteen days^Dm of glory ^Am At the si^Eege of Alamo... ^Am

Marty Robbins - Ballad of the alamo