Chords for Ballad of The Alamo
Tempo:
109.5 bpm
Chords used:
Em
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G
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E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] [Em] In the southern part of Texas, in the town [D] of San Antonio,
Is a fortress all in ruins that the weeds have overgrown.
You may look in vain for crosses, [D] and you'll never see a one,
[Em] But sometimes between the setting [D] and the rising of the sun,
You can hear a [G] ghostly bugle [D] as the men go marching by,
You can hear them [Em] as they answer to that roll call in the sky.
[Bm] Colonel [Em] Travis, Davy [Am] Crockett, and a hundred [Bm] eighty more,
[F#] Captain [B] Dickinson, Jim Bowie, present and accounted for.
[Em] Back in 1836, Houston said to Travis,
Get some volunteers and go, fortify the [G] Alamo.
Well, the men came from [Em] Texas and [F#] from old Tennessee,
[D] And they [Em] joined [D] up with Travis just to fight for the [B] right to be free.
Indian scouts with squirrel guns, men with muzzle loaders,
[G] Stood together heel and [Em] toe to defend the Alamo.
You may ne'er see your loved ones, Travis told them [D] that day,
[F#] Those who won too can leave now, those who fight to the death [B] let them stay.
[Em] In the sand he drew a line with his army's sabre,
Out of a hundred eighty-five, not a soldier crossed the line,
With his banners a-dancin' in the [D] dawn's golden light,
[E] Santa Anna came [D] prancin' on a horse that [Am] was black [B] as the night.
Said [Bm] an officer to [Em] tell Travis to surrender,
Travis [G] answered with a [Em] shell and a rousing rebel yell,
Santa Anna turned scarlet, played [D] the quail, oh, he roared,
I will show them no quarter, [E] everyone will be [B] put to the sword.
[Em] One hundred and eighty-five, holding back five thousand,
[E] Five days, six days, eight days, [Em] ten, Travis held and held again,
[G] Then he sent for [Em] replacements for his [G] wounded and lame,
But the troops that [D] were comin' [Em] never came, never came, [B] never came.
Twice he charged and blew recall on the fatal [Em] third time,
Santa [G] Anna breached the [B] wall and he killed them one and all,
Now [G] the [Em] bugles are silent and there's [D] rust on each sword,
And [Em] the small band [D] of soldiers lie [G] asleep in the arms of the Lord.
[Em]
In the southern part of Texas, near the [D] town of San Antonio,
Like [Em] a statue on his fiddle rides a cowboy all alone,
And he sees the cattle grazin' where [D] a century before,
[Em] Santa Anna's guns were blazin' and the [D] cannons used to roar,
And his eyes [G] turn sort of misty and his heart begins to glow,
[D] And he takes his [Em] hat off slowly [G#] to the men of Alamo,
To the thirteen days of glory [E] at the siege of Alamo.
[B] [E] [Em] [N]
Is a fortress all in ruins that the weeds have overgrown.
You may look in vain for crosses, [D] and you'll never see a one,
[Em] But sometimes between the setting [D] and the rising of the sun,
You can hear a [G] ghostly bugle [D] as the men go marching by,
You can hear them [Em] as they answer to that roll call in the sky.
[Bm] Colonel [Em] Travis, Davy [Am] Crockett, and a hundred [Bm] eighty more,
[F#] Captain [B] Dickinson, Jim Bowie, present and accounted for.
[Em] Back in 1836, Houston said to Travis,
Get some volunteers and go, fortify the [G] Alamo.
Well, the men came from [Em] Texas and [F#] from old Tennessee,
[D] And they [Em] joined [D] up with Travis just to fight for the [B] right to be free.
Indian scouts with squirrel guns, men with muzzle loaders,
[G] Stood together heel and [Em] toe to defend the Alamo.
You may ne'er see your loved ones, Travis told them [D] that day,
[F#] Those who won too can leave now, those who fight to the death [B] let them stay.
[Em] In the sand he drew a line with his army's sabre,
Out of a hundred eighty-five, not a soldier crossed the line,
With his banners a-dancin' in the [D] dawn's golden light,
[E] Santa Anna came [D] prancin' on a horse that [Am] was black [B] as the night.
Said [Bm] an officer to [Em] tell Travis to surrender,
Travis [G] answered with a [Em] shell and a rousing rebel yell,
Santa Anna turned scarlet, played [D] the quail, oh, he roared,
I will show them no quarter, [E] everyone will be [B] put to the sword.
[Em] One hundred and eighty-five, holding back five thousand,
[E] Five days, six days, eight days, [Em] ten, Travis held and held again,
[G] Then he sent for [Em] replacements for his [G] wounded and lame,
But the troops that [D] were comin' [Em] never came, never came, [B] never came.
Twice he charged and blew recall on the fatal [Em] third time,
Santa [G] Anna breached the [B] wall and he killed them one and all,
Now [G] the [Em] bugles are silent and there's [D] rust on each sword,
And [Em] the small band [D] of soldiers lie [G] asleep in the arms of the Lord.
[Em]
In the southern part of Texas, near the [D] town of San Antonio,
Like [Em] a statue on his fiddle rides a cowboy all alone,
And he sees the cattle grazin' where [D] a century before,
[Em] Santa Anna's guns were blazin' and the [D] cannons used to roar,
And his eyes [G] turn sort of misty and his heart begins to glow,
[D] And he takes his [Em] hat off slowly [G#] to the men of Alamo,
To the thirteen days of glory [E] at the siege of Alamo.
[B] [E] [Em] [N]
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_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Em] In the southern part of Texas, in the town [D] of San Antonio,
Is a fortress all in ruins that the weeds have overgrown. _
You may look in vain for crosses, [D] and you'll never see a one,
[Em] But sometimes between the setting [D] and the rising of the sun,
You can hear a [G] ghostly bugle [D] as the men go marching by,
You can hear them [Em] as they answer to that roll call in the sky.
_ _ [Bm] Colonel [Em] Travis, Davy [Am] Crockett, and a hundred [Bm] eighty more,
[F#] Captain [B] Dickinson, Jim Bowie, present and accounted for.
[Em] Back in 1836, Houston said to Travis,
Get some volunteers and go, fortify the [G] Alamo.
Well, the men came from [Em] Texas and [F#] from old Tennessee,
[D] And they [Em] joined [D] up with Travis just to fight for the [B] right to be free.
_ _ Indian scouts with squirrel guns, men with muzzle loaders,
[G] _ Stood together heel and [Em] toe to defend the Alamo.
You may ne'er see your loved ones, Travis told them [D] that day,
[F#] Those who won too can leave now, those who fight to the death [B] let them stay. _
[Em] In the sand he drew a line with his army's sabre,
Out of a hundred eighty-five, not a soldier crossed the line,
With his banners a-dancin' in the [D] dawn's golden light,
[E] Santa Anna came [D] prancin' on a horse that [Am] was black [B] as the night.
_ Said [Bm] an officer to [Em] tell Travis to surrender,
Travis [G] answered with a [Em] shell and a rousing rebel yell,
Santa Anna turned scarlet, played [D] the quail, oh, he roared,
I will show them no quarter, [E] everyone will be [B] put to the sword.
_ [Em] One hundred and eighty-five, holding back five thousand,
[E] Five days, six days, eight days, [Em] ten, Travis held and held again,
[G] Then he sent for [Em] replacements for his [G] wounded and lame,
But the troops that [D] were comin' [Em] never came, never came, [B] never came.
_ Twice he charged and blew recall on the fatal [Em] third time,
Santa [G] Anna breached the [B] wall and he killed them one and all,
Now [G] the [Em] bugles are silent and there's [D] rust on each sword,
And [Em] the small band [D] of soldiers lie [G] asleep in the arms of the Lord. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
In the southern part of Texas, near the [D] town of San Antonio,
Like [Em] a statue on his fiddle rides a cowboy all alone,
_ And he sees the cattle grazin' where [D] a century before,
[Em] Santa Anna's guns were blazin' and the [D] cannons used to roar,
And his eyes [G] turn sort of misty and his heart begins to glow,
[D] And he takes his [Em] hat off slowly _ [G#] to the men of Alamo, _
_ _ To the thirteen days of glory _ _ [E] at the siege of Alamo.
_ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
Is a fortress all in ruins that the weeds have overgrown. _
You may look in vain for crosses, [D] and you'll never see a one,
[Em] But sometimes between the setting [D] and the rising of the sun,
You can hear a [G] ghostly bugle [D] as the men go marching by,
You can hear them [Em] as they answer to that roll call in the sky.
_ _ [Bm] Colonel [Em] Travis, Davy [Am] Crockett, and a hundred [Bm] eighty more,
[F#] Captain [B] Dickinson, Jim Bowie, present and accounted for.
[Em] Back in 1836, Houston said to Travis,
Get some volunteers and go, fortify the [G] Alamo.
Well, the men came from [Em] Texas and [F#] from old Tennessee,
[D] And they [Em] joined [D] up with Travis just to fight for the [B] right to be free.
_ _ Indian scouts with squirrel guns, men with muzzle loaders,
[G] _ Stood together heel and [Em] toe to defend the Alamo.
You may ne'er see your loved ones, Travis told them [D] that day,
[F#] Those who won too can leave now, those who fight to the death [B] let them stay. _
[Em] In the sand he drew a line with his army's sabre,
Out of a hundred eighty-five, not a soldier crossed the line,
With his banners a-dancin' in the [D] dawn's golden light,
[E] Santa Anna came [D] prancin' on a horse that [Am] was black [B] as the night.
_ Said [Bm] an officer to [Em] tell Travis to surrender,
Travis [G] answered with a [Em] shell and a rousing rebel yell,
Santa Anna turned scarlet, played [D] the quail, oh, he roared,
I will show them no quarter, [E] everyone will be [B] put to the sword.
_ [Em] One hundred and eighty-five, holding back five thousand,
[E] Five days, six days, eight days, [Em] ten, Travis held and held again,
[G] Then he sent for [Em] replacements for his [G] wounded and lame,
But the troops that [D] were comin' [Em] never came, never came, [B] never came.
_ Twice he charged and blew recall on the fatal [Em] third time,
Santa [G] Anna breached the [B] wall and he killed them one and all,
Now [G] the [Em] bugles are silent and there's [D] rust on each sword,
And [Em] the small band [D] of soldiers lie [G] asleep in the arms of the Lord. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
In the southern part of Texas, near the [D] town of San Antonio,
Like [Em] a statue on his fiddle rides a cowboy all alone,
_ And he sees the cattle grazin' where [D] a century before,
[Em] Santa Anna's guns were blazin' and the [D] cannons used to roar,
And his eyes [G] turn sort of misty and his heart begins to glow,
[D] And he takes his [Em] hat off slowly _ [G#] to the men of Alamo, _
_ _ To the thirteen days of glory _ _ [E] at the siege of Alamo.
_ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _