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1. A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die
   By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh
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   Any man that would fight to the death, cross over
   But if you wanna live, you better fly
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   And over the line stepped a hundred and seventy nine

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R: Hey, Santa Ana, we're killing you're soldiers below
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   So men, wherever they go, will remember the Alamo

2. Old Bowie lay dyin', his powder was ready and dry
   Flat on his back, Bowie killed him a few in reply
   And young Davy Crockett was smilin' and laughin'
   with gallantry tears in eyes
   For God and for freedom, a man more than willing to die

R: Hey, Santa Ana...

3. They sent a young scout from the battlements bloody and loud
   With the words of farewell from a garrison valiant and proud
   Grieve not little darlin', my dyin', if Texas is sovereign and free
   We'll never surrender and ever will liberty be

R: Hey, Santa Ana...