880 were challenged by travellers to die

By a line that he drew with his sword as the battle drew nigh

A man that crossed over the line was for glory

And he that was left better fly

And over the line crossed 179

Hey Up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers below

So the rest of Texas will know

And remember the Alamo



Jim Bowie lay dying, the blood and the sweat in his eyes

But his knife at the ready to take him a few in reply

Young Davy Crocket lay laughing and dying

The blood and the sweat in his eyes

For Texas and freedom a man was more willing to die

Hey Up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers below

So the rest of Texas will know

And remember the Alamo



A courier came to a battle once bloody and loud

And found only skin and bones where he once left a crowd

Fear not little darling of dying

If this world be sovereign and free

For we'll fight to the last for as long as liberty be

Hey Up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers below

So the rest of Texas will know

And remember the Alamo