Chords for colin rudd - ballad of the alamo
Tempo:
112.85 bpm
Chords used:
B
C#m
G#
E
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
In the southern part of Texas, [B] near the town of San Antonio,
[C#m] Stands a fortress [G#] all in ruins, and the [B] weeds have [C#m] overgrown.
You may look in vain for crosses, [B] but you'll never see one,
But [C#m] sometime between the setting [B] and the rising of [E] the sun,
You [B] can hear a [E] ghostly bugle [B] as the men go marching by,
You can hear them as [C#m] they answer to that [B] old call in the [C#m] sky.
[B] Colonel [E] Travis, A.B. [F#] Crockett, and a hundred eighty [C#m] more,
[F#] Captain Dickinson, Jim Bowie, the president of [G#] California.
[C#m] Back [B] in 1836, Houston said to Travis,
Get some [E] volunteers and go fortify the Alamo.
Now the men came from [C#m]
Texas, [E] and from all [B] Tennessee,
And they joined up with Travis, [C#m] just to fight for the right to [G#] be free.
[C#]
Injun scouts with [B] squirrel guns, men with muzzle [C#m]
loaders,
Stepped together [B] heel to toe [C#m] to defend the [E] Alamo.
You may [C#] never, never see your loved ones, [E] Travis told [B] them that day,
Those who want, you can leave now, there's a fight to the death, [G#] let them stay.
[B] The Sandy drew a line with his army [C#m] saber,
Out [B] of a hundred and eighty-nine, not a soldier crossed the line,
With his [C#m] banners a-dancing in the [B] dawn's early light,
Santa Anna came prancing [C#m] on a horse as black as the [G#] night,
Sent [B] an officer to tell Travis to [C#m] surrender,
Travis answered with [C#] a shell, and a [B] rousing rebel yell,
Santa Anna turned [C#m] scarlet, I [E] will slay them [B] he roared,
I [C#m] will give them [B] no quarter, everyone [B] will be put to the [G#] sword.
A hundred eighty-nine brave men, holding back [C#m] five thousand,
By day [B] six days, eight days, ten, Travis held and held again,
Then he [C#] sent for replacements [B] for the wounded in the lane,
But the troops that were coming, never came, [G#m] never came, never [G#] came.
[C#] Twice he charged and then recalled of the [C#m] fatal third time,
Santa [B] Anna breached the wall, and he [B] killed them one and [E] all,
Now the bugles, [C#m] they're silent, and there's rust [B] on each sword,
And the small band of soldiers, lie [C#m] asleep in the arms [G#] of the Lord.
[G#]
[C#m] In the southern part of [B] Texas, near the town of San Antonio,
Sits [C#] a cowboy on [G#] his pinto, [C#m] like a statue all alone,
[B] And his eyes turn sort of misty, and his heart begins to [E] glow,
And [B] he takes his hat off [C#m] slowly, to the [B] men of Alamo,
[C#m]
To the thirteen days of [C#m] glory, at the siege of Alamo, Alamo.
[C#] [C#m] Alamo.
[C#m] Stands a fortress [G#] all in ruins, and the [B] weeds have [C#m] overgrown.
You may look in vain for crosses, [B] but you'll never see one,
But [C#m] sometime between the setting [B] and the rising of [E] the sun,
You [B] can hear a [E] ghostly bugle [B] as the men go marching by,
You can hear them as [C#m] they answer to that [B] old call in the [C#m] sky.
[B] Colonel [E] Travis, A.B. [F#] Crockett, and a hundred eighty [C#m] more,
[F#] Captain Dickinson, Jim Bowie, the president of [G#] California.
[C#m] Back [B] in 1836, Houston said to Travis,
Get some [E] volunteers and go fortify the Alamo.
Now the men came from [C#m]
Texas, [E] and from all [B] Tennessee,
And they joined up with Travis, [C#m] just to fight for the right to [G#] be free.
[C#]
Injun scouts with [B] squirrel guns, men with muzzle [C#m]
loaders,
Stepped together [B] heel to toe [C#m] to defend the [E] Alamo.
You may [C#] never, never see your loved ones, [E] Travis told [B] them that day,
Those who want, you can leave now, there's a fight to the death, [G#] let them stay.
[B] The Sandy drew a line with his army [C#m] saber,
Out [B] of a hundred and eighty-nine, not a soldier crossed the line,
With his [C#m] banners a-dancing in the [B] dawn's early light,
Santa Anna came prancing [C#m] on a horse as black as the [G#] night,
Sent [B] an officer to tell Travis to [C#m] surrender,
Travis answered with [C#] a shell, and a [B] rousing rebel yell,
Santa Anna turned [C#m] scarlet, I [E] will slay them [B] he roared,
I [C#m] will give them [B] no quarter, everyone [B] will be put to the [G#] sword.
A hundred eighty-nine brave men, holding back [C#m] five thousand,
By day [B] six days, eight days, ten, Travis held and held again,
Then he [C#] sent for replacements [B] for the wounded in the lane,
But the troops that were coming, never came, [G#m] never came, never [G#] came.
[C#] Twice he charged and then recalled of the [C#m] fatal third time,
Santa [B] Anna breached the wall, and he [B] killed them one and [E] all,
Now the bugles, [C#m] they're silent, and there's rust [B] on each sword,
And the small band of soldiers, lie [C#m] asleep in the arms [G#] of the Lord.
[G#]
[C#m] In the southern part of [B] Texas, near the town of San Antonio,
Sits [C#] a cowboy on [G#] his pinto, [C#m] like a statue all alone,
[B] And his eyes turn sort of misty, and his heart begins to [E] glow,
And [B] he takes his hat off [C#m] slowly, to the [B] men of Alamo,
[C#m]
To the thirteen days of [C#m] glory, at the siege of Alamo, Alamo.
[C#] [C#m] Alamo.
Key:
B
C#m
G#
E
C#
B
C#m
G#
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ In the southern part of Texas, [B] near the town of San Antonio,
[C#m] Stands a fortress [G#] all in ruins, and the [B] weeds have [C#m] overgrown.
_ You may look in vain for crosses, [B] but you'll never see one,
But [C#m] sometime between the setting [B] and the rising of [E] the sun,
You [B] can hear a [E] ghostly bugle [B] as the men go marching by,
You can hear them as [C#m] they answer to that [B] old call in the [C#m] sky.
_ [B] _ Colonel [E] Travis, A.B. [F#] Crockett, and a hundred eighty [C#m] more,
[F#] Captain Dickinson, Jim Bowie, the president of [G#] _ _ California. _
_ _ _ [C#m] Back [B] in 1836, Houston said to Travis,
Get some [E] volunteers and go fortify the Alamo.
Now the men came from [C#m]
Texas, [E] and from all [B] Tennessee,
And they joined up with Travis, [C#m] just to fight for the right to [G#] be free.
_ [C#] _
Injun scouts with [B] squirrel guns, men with muzzle [C#m]
loaders,
Stepped together [B] heel to toe [C#m] to defend the [E] Alamo.
You may [C#] never, never see your loved ones, [E] Travis told [B] them that day,
Those who want, you can leave now, there's a fight to the death, [G#] let them _ stay. _ _ _ _
[B] The Sandy drew a line with his army [C#m] saber,
Out [B] of a hundred and eighty-nine, not a soldier crossed the line,
With his [C#m] banners a-dancing in the [B] dawn's early light,
Santa Anna came prancing [C#m] on a horse as black as the [G#] night,
_ _ Sent [B] an officer to tell Travis to [C#m] surrender,
_ Travis answered with [C#] a shell, and a [B] rousing rebel yell,
Santa Anna turned [C#m] scarlet, I [E] will slay them [B] he roared,
I [C#m] will give them [B] no quarter, everyone [B] will be put to the [G#] sword. _
_ _ _ A hundred eighty-nine brave men, holding back [C#m] five thousand,
By day [B] six days, eight days, ten, Travis held and held again,
Then he [C#] sent for replacements [B] for the wounded in the lane,
But the troops that were coming, never came, [G#m] never came, never [G#] came.
[C#] Twice he charged and then recalled of the [C#m] fatal third time,
Santa [B] Anna breached the wall, and he [B] killed them one and [E] all,
Now the bugles, [C#m] they're silent, and there's rust [B] on each sword,
And the small band of soldiers, lie [C#m] asleep in the arms [G#] of the Lord.
_ [G#] _ _ _
_ [C#m] In the southern part of [B] Texas, near the town of San Antonio,
Sits [C#] a cowboy on [G#] his pinto, [C#m] like a statue all alone,
_ [B] And his eyes turn sort of misty, and his heart begins to [E] glow,
And [B] he takes his hat off [C#m] slowly, to the [B] men of Alamo,
[C#m] _ _
To the thirteen days of [C#m] glory, at the siege of Alamo, _ _ Alamo.
_ _ [C#] _ [C#m] Alamo. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ In the southern part of Texas, [B] near the town of San Antonio,
[C#m] Stands a fortress [G#] all in ruins, and the [B] weeds have [C#m] overgrown.
_ You may look in vain for crosses, [B] but you'll never see one,
But [C#m] sometime between the setting [B] and the rising of [E] the sun,
You [B] can hear a [E] ghostly bugle [B] as the men go marching by,
You can hear them as [C#m] they answer to that [B] old call in the [C#m] sky.
_ [B] _ Colonel [E] Travis, A.B. [F#] Crockett, and a hundred eighty [C#m] more,
[F#] Captain Dickinson, Jim Bowie, the president of [G#] _ _ California. _
_ _ _ [C#m] Back [B] in 1836, Houston said to Travis,
Get some [E] volunteers and go fortify the Alamo.
Now the men came from [C#m]
Texas, [E] and from all [B] Tennessee,
And they joined up with Travis, [C#m] just to fight for the right to [G#] be free.
_ [C#] _
Injun scouts with [B] squirrel guns, men with muzzle [C#m]
loaders,
Stepped together [B] heel to toe [C#m] to defend the [E] Alamo.
You may [C#] never, never see your loved ones, [E] Travis told [B] them that day,
Those who want, you can leave now, there's a fight to the death, [G#] let them _ stay. _ _ _ _
[B] The Sandy drew a line with his army [C#m] saber,
Out [B] of a hundred and eighty-nine, not a soldier crossed the line,
With his [C#m] banners a-dancing in the [B] dawn's early light,
Santa Anna came prancing [C#m] on a horse as black as the [G#] night,
_ _ Sent [B] an officer to tell Travis to [C#m] surrender,
_ Travis answered with [C#] a shell, and a [B] rousing rebel yell,
Santa Anna turned [C#m] scarlet, I [E] will slay them [B] he roared,
I [C#m] will give them [B] no quarter, everyone [B] will be put to the [G#] sword. _
_ _ _ A hundred eighty-nine brave men, holding back [C#m] five thousand,
By day [B] six days, eight days, ten, Travis held and held again,
Then he [C#] sent for replacements [B] for the wounded in the lane,
But the troops that were coming, never came, [G#m] never came, never [G#] came.
[C#] Twice he charged and then recalled of the [C#m] fatal third time,
Santa [B] Anna breached the wall, and he [B] killed them one and [E] all,
Now the bugles, [C#m] they're silent, and there's rust [B] on each sword,
And the small band of soldiers, lie [C#m] asleep in the arms [G#] of the Lord.
_ [G#] _ _ _
_ [C#m] In the southern part of [B] Texas, near the town of San Antonio,
Sits [C#] a cowboy on [G#] his pinto, [C#m] like a statue all alone,
_ [B] And his eyes turn sort of misty, and his heart begins to [E] glow,
And [B] he takes his hat off [C#m] slowly, to the [B] men of Alamo,
[C#m] _ _
To the thirteen days of [C#m] glory, at the siege of Alamo, _ _ Alamo.
_ _ [C#] _ [C#m] Alamo. _ _ _ _ _ _ _