Standard (EADGBE)

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, cross over

But if you wanna live, you better fly

And over the line stepped a hundred and seventy nine

Chorus

Hey, Santa Ana, we're killing you're soldiers below

So men, wherever they go, will remember the Alamo