Kyle Thompson: Music

The Alamo



Holed up in the Alamo…no other place to go
Travis drew a line in the sand n’ said
“This is where we’ll make our stand”

I got 190 men…Tejanos n’ Texeans
Davey Crocket down from Tennessee
Come to make a little history…

N’ all the men there made the choice
Free of will and spoken voice
It’s all for one ’til the last breath, boys
There’s only victory or death…

But Santa Anna lay in wait…set the trap
And he snared the bait
3,000 soldiers strong
The Alamo won’t stand long…

So bring the cannon up to bare
Pound away ‘til there’s nothing there
Pass the order high and low
No quarter to the Alamo!

Give them steel and feed them lead
Starve them out ’til the last one’s dead
Santa Anna’s winds will blow…
The smell of death through the Alamo

Well a cold chill came upon the men
And the women n’ children
Round the fires in the night
They think about the comin’ fight

And sing a song from freedoms’ well
When they come to the gates of hell
Take another swig of rum…
And let the devil’s work be done

Sunday of the 13th day
There wasn’t any time to pray
Before the breaking light of the sun
The Alamo…was overrun.