Remember the alamo

A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die
By a line that he drew with his sword as the battle grew nigh
A man that crossed over the lines for glory
But him who would live better fly
And over the line went a hundred and seventy nine

Hey Santa Anna we're killing your soldiers below
So men wherever they go will remember the Alamo

[ trumpet ]
Jim Bowie lay dying but his powder was ready and dry
With his knife in his hand he took him a few in reply
And young David Crockett lay laughing and dying
The blood and the sweat in his eyes
For Texas and freedom a man more than willing to die

Hey Santa Anna...

[ trumpet ]
They sent a young scout through 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...