On The Alamo - Wild Bill Davison

And a hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh Any man that would fight to the death crossed over But him that would live, better fly And over the line went a hundred and seventy nine Hey Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below! That men, wherever they go will remember the Alamo Bowie lay dying, but his powder was ready and dry Flat on his back, Bowie killed him a few in reply And young David Crockett was singing and laughing With gallantry fears in his eyes For God and for freedom, a man more than willing to die Hey Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below! That men, wherever they go will remember the Alamo And then 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 darling, my dying, if Texas is sovereign and free We'll never surrender and ever with liberty be" Hey Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below! That men, wherever they go will remember the Alamo

A hundred and 80 were challenged by Travis to die By a line that he drew with his sword as the battle drew nigh A man that crossed over the line was for glory And he that was left better fly And over the line crossed a hundred and 79 Hey up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers below So the rest of Texas will know And remember the Alamo Jim Bowie lay dying, his blood and his powder were dry But his knife at the ready to take him a few in reply Young Davy Crochet lay laughing and dying The blood and the sweat in his eyes For Texas and freedom, no man was more willing to die Hey up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers below So the rest of Texas will know And remember the Alamo A courier came to a battle once bloody and loud And found only skin and bones where he once left a crowd Fear not little darling of dying If the world be sovereign and free For we'll fight to the last for as long as liberty be Hey up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers below So the rest of Texas will know And remember the Alamo, and remember the Alamo

This is all a game and I know it Every word's a lie I tried to believe you But I'd just be wasting time You're all tired, torn and broken here And you're standing in a line again Just turn the dial, take me where I want to be And tell that the doctor that I said goodbye Tell that the doctor that I said goodbye One more chance to watch the midnight sky On my own and now you'll never Turn my heart to stone I could go on, I could go on Turn my heart too slow I could go on, I could go on It's such a shame to be living When clouds cover your sky I tried to see clearly Just make me feel alive You're out crying in the parking lot While I'm holding hands with God Just turn the dial, take me where I want to be And tell that the doctor that I said goodbye Tell that the doctor that I said goodbye One more chance to watch the midnight sky I'm on my own and now you'll never Turn my heart to stone I could go on, I could go on Turn my heart too slow I could go on, I could go on It's like pulling a needle with no thread In a glass house with no stones to throw through it It's like setting fire to the town As your boat pulls off the shore On my own and now you'll never Turn my heart to stone I could go on, I could go on Turn my heart too slow I could go on, I could go on Never

Across the alley from the Alamo Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo Who sang a sort of Indian "Hi-de-ho" To the people passin' by The pinto spent his time a-swishin' flies And the Navajo watched the lazy skies And very rarely did they ever rest their eyes On the people passin' by One day, they went a walkin' along the railroad track They were swishin' not a-lookin' Toot! Toot!, they never came back Oh, across the alley from the Alamo When the summer sun decides to settle low A fly sings an Indian "Hi-de-ho" To the people passing by Across the alley from the Alamo Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo Who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough For the people passing by They thought that they would make some easy bucks By washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux, A pair of very conscientious clucks To the people passin' by Then they took this cheap vacation, their shoes were polished bright No, they never heard the whistle, Toot! Toot! they're clear out of sight Oh, across the alley from the Alamo When the starlight beams its tender glow The beams go to sleep and then there ain't no dough For the people passin' by One day, they went a walkin' along the railroad track They were swishin' not a-lookin' Toot! Toot!, they never came back Oh, across the alley from the Alamo When the summer sun decides to settle low A fly sings an Indian "Hi-de-ho" To the people passin' by Across the alley from the Alamo