Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ballad of the Alamo, artist - John Wayne.
Date of issue: 05.08.2012
Song language: English
Ballad of the Alamo |
In the southern part of Texas, in the town of San Antone |
There’s a fortress all in ruin that the weeds have overgrown |
You may look in vain for crosses and you’ll never see a one |
But sometime between the setting and the rising of the sun |
You can hear a ghostly bugle as the men go marching by; |
You can hear them as they answer to that roll call in the sky: |
Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett and a hundred eighty more; |
Captain Dickenson, Jim Bowie, present and accounted for |
Back in 1836, Houston said to Travis |
«Get some volunteers and go — fortify the Alamo.» |
Well, the men came from Texas and from old Tennessee |
And they joined up with Travis just to fight for the right to be free |
Indian scouts with squirrel guns, men with muzzle loaders |
Stood together heel and toe to defend the Alamo |
«You may never see your loved ones,» Travis told them that day |
«those that want to can leave now, those who’ll fight to the death, |
let 'em stay.» |
In the sand he drew a line with his army saber |
And out of a hundred eighty five, not a soldier crossed the line |
With his banners a-dancin' in the dawn’s golden light |
Santa Anna came prancin' on a horse that was black as the night |
He sent an officer to tell Travis to surrender |
Travis answered with a shell and a rousin' rebel yell |
Santa Anna turned scarlet; |
«Play Degu"ello,» he roared |
«I will show them no quarter, everyone will be put to the sword.» |
One hundred and eighty five holdin' back five thousand |
Five days, six days, eight days, ten; |
Travis held and held again |
Then he sent for replacements for his wounded and lame |
But the troops that were comin' - never came |
Twice he charged, then blew recall, and on the fatal third time |
Santa Anna breached the wall and he killed them one and all |
Now the bugles are silent and there’s rust on each sword |
And the small band of soldiers lie asleep in the arms of The Lord |
In the southern part of Texas, in the town of San Antone |
Like a statue on his Pinto rides a cowboy all alone |
And he sees the cattle grazin' where a century before |
Santa Anna’s guns were blazin' and the cannons used to roar |
And his eyes turn sort of misty, and his heart begins to glow |
And he takes his hat off slowly to the men of Alamo… |
To the thirteen days of glory at the seige of Alamo |