Remember the Alamo

A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die (oh-oh-oh-oh)
 By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh (oh-oh-oh-oh)
 Any man that would fight to the death crossed over
 But if you wouldn't live, you better fly
 And over the line went a hundred and seventy-nine (oh-oh-oh-oh)
 Hey Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below (ohh)
 That men, wherever they go, will remember the Alamo (remember the Alamo)
 Oh, Bowie lay dying, but his powder was ready and dry (oh-oh-oh-oh)
 Flat on his back, Bowie killed him a few in reply (oh-oh-oh-oh)
 And young David Crockett was singing and laughing (oh-oh-oh-oh)
 With gallantry fears in his eyes
 For God and for freedom, a man more than willing to die (oh-oh-oh-oh)
 Hey Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below (ohh)
 That men, wherever they go, will remember the Alamo (remember the Alamo)
 They sent a young scout from the battlements, bloody and loud (oh-oh-oh-oh)
 With the words of farewell from a garrison valiant and proud (oh-oh-oh-oh)
 Grieve not little darling, my dying, if Texas is sovereign and free
 We'll never surrender and ever with liberty be (oh-oh-oh-oh)
 Hey Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below (ohh)
 That men, wherever they go, will remember the Alamo (remember the Alamo)