A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh The man who would fight to the d**h crossed over But him that would live, better fly And over the line went a hundred and seventy nine Ay Santa Anna, we're k**ing your soldiers below! That men wherever they go will remember the Alamo Though Bowie lay dying his powder was ready and dry From flat on his back, Bowie k**ed him a few in reply And brave David Crockett was singing and laughing With gallantry fears in his eyes For God and for freedom, a man more than willing to die Ay Santa Anna, we're k**ing your soldiers below! That men wherever they go will remember the Alamo They sent a young scout from the battlements, bloody and loud With the words of farewell from a garrison valiant and proud "Don't grieve little darling, my dying, if Texas is sovereign and free We'll never surrender and ever with liberty be" Ay Santa Anna, we're k**ing your soldiers below! That men wherever they go will remember the Alamo Will remember the Alamo, will remember the Alamo