A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travers to die,         by a line that he drew with his sword as the battle drew nigh. Every man that stepped over the line was for glory, and he that was left better fly, and over the line crossed one hundred and seventy nine.   [Refrain :] Hey, Santa Anna,  they re killing your soldiers below, So the rest of the Texas will know, and remember the Alamo.                      Jim Bowie lay dying,  his blood and his powder were dry,        but his knife had been willing to take him a few in reply. Young Davey Crockett lay laughing and dying, the blood and the sweat in his eye, for Texas and freedom a man was more willing to die. [Refrain] A courier came, to bellow 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 is sovereign and free, well, we ll fight to the last as long as liberty be.   [Refrain] And remember the Alamo...