A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die

By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was high

Any man that will fight to the death cross over

But if you want to live you'd better fly

And over the line went a hundred and seventy nine

Hey Santa Anna we're killing your soldiers below

That men wherever they go will remember the Alamo

Ol' Bowie lay dying his powder was ready and dry

Flat on his back Bowie killed them a few in reply

And young Davy Crockett was singing and laughing

With gallantry fears in his eyes

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

Hey Santa Anna...

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 darling my dying if Texas is sovereign and free

We'll never surrender and ever with liberty be

Hey Santa Anna...