By Johnny Cash







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 if you wanna live, you better fly



And over the line stepped a hundred and seventy nine







Chorus:



Hey, Santa Ana, we're killing you're soldiers below



So men, wherever they go, will remember the Alamo











Old Bowie lay dyin', his powder was ready and dry



Flat on his back, Bowie killed him a few in reply



And young Davy Crockett was smilin' and laughin'



with gallantry tears in eyes



For God and for freedom, a man more than willing to die







Repeat chorus







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 will liberty be







Repeat chorus