^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, never^A7came ^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