A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die 
By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh.
Any man that would fight to the death cross over, 
But him that would live better fly 
And over the line went a hundred and seventy nine 
Hey Santa Anna we're killing your soldiers below, 
That men where ever they go, will remember the Alamo 
Bowie lay dyin', but his powder was ready and dry 
Flat on his back Bowie killed him a few in reply 
And young David Crockett was singin' and laughin', 
With gallantry fierce in his eyes 
For God and for freedom, a man more than willin' to die 
Hey Santa Anna we're killing your soldiers below, 
that men where ever they go, will remember the Alamo 
And then they sent a young scout from the battlements bloody and loud, 
With the words of farewell from a garrison valiant and proud
"Grieve not little darlin' my dyin', if Texas is sovereign and free, 
We'll never surrender and ever with liberty be" 
Hey Santa Anna we're killing your soldiers below, 
that men where ever they go, will remember the Alamo