(Jane Bowers)
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A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die. A line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh.
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"The man who would fight to the death cross over but he who that would live better fly,"
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And over the line stepped a hundred and seventy-nine.
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[Chorus:]
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Hi! Up! Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below, so the rest of Texas will know and remember the Alamo!
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Jim Bowie lay dyin', his powder was ready and dry. From flat on his back, Bowie killed him a few in reply,
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And young Davy Crockett was smilin' and laughin'. The challenge was fierce in his eye.
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For Texas and freedom, a man more than willin' to die.
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[Chorus]
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A courier sent to the battlements, bloody and loud. With words of fare well in the letters he carried were proud.
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"Grieve not, little darlin', my dyin' if Texas is sovereign and free. We'll never surrender and ever will liberty be!"
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[Chorus]
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Remember the Alamo! Remember the Alamo! Remember the Alamo!
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Remember The Alamo
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| The Kingston Trio |
