In the southern part of Texas,
near the town of San Antonio,
stands a fortress all in ruins
that the weeds have overgrown.
You may look in vain for crosses
an d you'll never see a one,
but sometime between the setting
and the rising of the sun,
you can hear a ghostly bugle
as the men go marching by.
as they answer to that poll call
Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett,
and the hundred an d eighty -four
Captain Dickinson, Jim Bowie,
Back in 1836, Houston said to Travis
Well, the men came from Texas,
They joined up with Travis
to fight for the right to be free.
Injun scouts with squirrel guns,
Stood together heel and toe
Santa Anna came prancing on a horse
that was black as the night
Travis answered with a shell
an d a rousing rebel yell
Santa Anna turned scarlet,
I'll give them no quarter,
each man will be bowed to the sword
Twice he charged and couldn't recall
Santa Anna breached the wall
and he killed them one and all.
Now the bugles are si lent,
there's rust on each sword.
This small band of soldiers,
I eschew in the arms of the Lord.
In the southern part of Texas
near the town of San Antone,
like a statue on his pinthole
rides a cow boy all alone, all alone.
And he sees a cattle grazing
Santa Anna's guns were blazing
and the cannons used to roar.
Then his eyes turn sort of misty,
his heart begins to glow,
to the thirteen days of glory