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Ballad of the Alamo - Marty Robbins (马丁·罗宾逊)
In the southern part of texas

In the town of san antone
There's a fortress all in ruins that the weeds have overgrown

You may look in vain for crosses and you'll never see a one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by
You can hear them as they answer
To that roll call in the sky

Colonel travis davy crockett and a hundred eighty more
Captain dickinson jim bowie
Present and accounted for

Back in 1836 houston said to travis

Get some volunteers and go
Fortify the alamo

Well the men came from texas
And from old tennessee

And they joined up with travis

Just to fight for the right to be free

Indian scouts with squirrel guns
Men with muzzle loaders

Stood together heel and toe
To defend the alamo

You may never see your loved ones
Travis told them that day
Those who want to can leave now
Those who fight to the death let 'em stay

In the sand he drew a line
With his army sabre

Out of a hundred eighty five

Not a soldier crossed the line
With his banners a dancing

In the dawn's golden light

Santa anna came prancing

On a horse that was black as the night

Sent an officer to tell

Travis to surrender

Travis answered with a shell

And a rousing rebel yell
Santa anna turned scarlet
Play deguello he roared

I will show them no quarter

Every one will be put to the sword

One hundred and eighty five
Holding back five thousand

Five days six days eight days ten

Travis held and held again
Then he sent for replacements
For his wounded and lame
But the troops that were coming
Never came never came never came

Twice he charged and blew recall

On the fatal third time
Santa anna breached the wall

And he killed 'em one and all
Now the bugles are silent
And there's rust on each sword
And the small band of soldiers

Lie asleep in the arms of the lord

In the southern part of texas
Near the town of san antone

Like a statue on his pinto rides a cowboy all alone

And he sees the cattle grazing where a century before
Santa anna's guns were blazing and the cannons used to roar
And his eyes turn sorta misty

And his heart begins to glow
And he takes his hat off slowly

To the men of alamo

To the thirteen days of glory

At the siege of alamo