Tom: A
Am
In the southern part of Texas
G
In the town of San Antone
Am
Dm
Am
E
Am
There's a fortress all in ruins that the weeds have overgrown
G
You may look in vain for crosses and you'll never see a-one
Am
C
Am
Dm
Am
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
Dm
Am
You can hear a ghostly bugle
Dm
Am
As the men go marching by
Dm
Am
You can hear them as they answer
E
Am
To that roll call in the sky.
Em
Am
Dm
Am
Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett, and a hundred eighty more
G
C
Captain Dickinson, Jim Bowie
E
Am
Present and accounted for.
Am
G
Am
Back in 1836, Houston said to Travis
C
G
"Get some volunteers and go
C
E
Am
Fortify the Alamo."
C
Am
Well the men came from Texas
C
Dm
And from old Tennessee
Am
Dm
And they joined up with Travis
Am
Dm
E
Just to fight for the right to be free.
Am
Indian scouts with squirrel guns
G
Am
Men with muzzle-loaders
C
G
Stood together, heel and toe
C
E
Am
To defend the Alamo.
C
Am
"You may ne'er see your loved ones,"
C
Dm
Travis told them that day
Am
Dm
"Those who want to can leave now
Am
Dm
E
Those who fight to the death let 'em stay."
Am
In the sand he drew a line
G
Am
With his army sabre
C
G
Out of a hundred eighty five
C
E
Am
Not a soldier crossed the line
C
Am
With his banners a-dancin'
C
Dm
In the dawn's golden light
Am
Dm
Santa Anna came prancing
Am
Dm
E
On a horse that was black as the night.
Am
Sent an officer to tell
G
Am
Travis to surrender
C
G
Travis answered with a shell
C
E
Am
And a rousing rebel yell
C
Am
Santa Anna turned scarlet
C
Dm
"Play deguello!" he roared
Am
Dm
"I will show them no quarter
Am
Dm
E
Every one will be put to the sword!"
Am
One hundred and eighty five
G
Am
Holding back five thousand
C
G
Five days, six days, eight days, ten
C
E
Am
Travis held and held again
C
Am
Then he sent for replacements
C
Dm
For his wounded and lame
Am
Dm
But the troops that were coming
Am
Dm
E
Never came, never came, never came...
Am
Twice he charged and blew recall
G
Am
On the fatal third time
C
G
Santa Anna breached the wall
C
E
Am
And he killed 'em, one and all
C
Am
Now the bugles are silent
C
Dm
And there's rust on each sword
Am
Dm
And the small band of soldiers...
Am
Dm
E
Lie asleep in the arms of the Lord...
Am
In the southern part of Texas
G
Near the town of San Antone
Am
Dm
Am
E
Am
Like a statue on his pinto rides a cowboy all alone
G
And he sees the cattle grazing where a century before
Am
C
Am
Dm
Am
Santa Anna's guns were blazing and the cannons used to roar
Dm
Am
And his eyes turn sorta misty
Dm
Am
And his heart begins to glow
Dm
Am
And he takes his hat off slowly...
E
Am
To the men of Alamo.
Dm
Am
To the thirteen days of glory
E
Am
At the siege of Alamo..