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A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die |
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By a line that he drew with his sword as the battle drew nigh |
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A man that crossed over the line was for glory |
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And he that was left better fly |
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And over the line crossed 179 |
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Hey Up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers below |
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So the rest of Texas will know |
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And remember the Alamo |
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Jim Bowie lay dying, his blood and his powder were dry |
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But his knife at the ready to take him a few in reply |
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Young Davy Crockett lay laughing and dying |
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The blood and the sweat in his eyes |
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For Texas and freedom no man was more willing to die |
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Hey Up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers below |
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So the rest of Texas will know |
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And remember the Alamo |
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A courier came to a battle 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 |
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If this world be sovereign and free |
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For we'll fight to the last for as long as liberty be |
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Hey Up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers below |
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So the rest of Texas will know |
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And remember the Alamo |
