Remember the Alamo
Jane Bowers/Donovan: What's Bin Did And What's Bin Hid (1965)
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| A | hundred and | eighty were | challenged by | Travers to | die, | | |
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| by a | line that he | drew with his | sword as the | battle drew | nigh. | |
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| Every | man that stepped over the | line was for glory, and | he that was left better | fly, |
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| and over the | line crossed one | hundred and | seventy | nine. | |
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| Hey, up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers be | low, |
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| So the | rest of Texas will | know, | and re | member the | Alamo. |
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| Jim | Bowie lay | dying, his | blood and his | powder were | dry, | | |
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| but his knife had been | willing to | take him a | few in re | ply. | |
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| Young Davey Crockett lay | laughing and dying, the | blood and the sweat in his | eye, |
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| for Texas and | freedom a | man was more | willing to | die. | |
| F | Em |
| Hey, up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers be | low, |
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| So the | rest of Texas will | know, | and re | member the | Alamo. |
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| A | courier | came, to | bellow once | bloody and | loud. | | |
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| And found only | skin and | bones where he | once left a | crowd. | |
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| Fear | not, little darling, of | dying, if the | world is sovereign and | free, |
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| well, we'll fight to the | last as | long as | liberty | be. | |
| F | Em |
| Hey, up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers be | low, |
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| So the | rest of Texas will | know, | and remember the | Alamo. |
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| And re | member the | Alamo! |
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