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In a cottonwood grove, you could here them shout,

the sabers clashed and the slain cried out

The bodies of the dead lie strewn about,

They all died you know,

Where the very same cottonwoods grow.

On a blustering day in San Antone

The winds sing a song of a fate unknown

182 men stood by, made in the full, prepared to die,

Now the winds of liberty blow,

Where the very same cottonwoods grow.

Remember the Alamo!

Bend the bend, and fear their cry,

Cannons roar and bullets fly,

Brave men willing to fight and die,

For liberty's guarantee,

Remember the cottonwood tree.

Santa Anna came 4000 strong, guns a blazing and sabers drawn,

Travis & Crocket and Bowie too, along with a stalwart, gallant few,

Off to their death you know.

Where the very same cottonwoods grow.

Oh the world will never forget I pray

how the Texans stood and fought that day

When their bullets were gone, they flung away,

for the freedom they longed to know,

and they died where the cottonwoods grow.

Remember the Alamo!

Alamo, oh Alamo,

Oh what a terrible price

Where brave men paid for liberty with ultimate sacrifice,

As cannons roar and bullets fly,

Brave men willing to fight and die

for liberty's guarantee.

Remember the cottonwood tree.

In a cottonwood grove, where the limbs stretch out,

On the sand where the blood of slain cry out,

The bodies of the dead lie strewn about,

They all died you know,

Where the very same cottonwoods grow.

They all died you know,

Where the very same cottonwoods grow.

Remember the Alamo!