A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die 
By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle 
was nigh
The man who fight 'til the death cross over 
But him who would live better fly
And over his line went a hundred and seventy-nine

Chorus:
Hi! Up! Santy Anno, we're killin' your soldiers below 
That men wherever they go 
Will remember the Alamo

Old Bowie lay dyin', his powder was ready and dry 
And young Davy Crockett was singin' and laughin' 
With gallantry fierce in his eye
For God and for freedom, a man more than willin' to die

Chorus

They sent a young scout to the battlements, bloody and 
loud 
The words of farewell in the letters he carried were 
proud 
With the words of farewell from a garrison gallant and 
proud
"Grieve not, little darlin', my dyin' 
If Texas is sovereign and free 
We'll never surrender and ever will liberty be"