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Karaoké Ballad Of The Alamo Marty Robbins
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Tonalité identique à l'original : Mi♭m
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In the southern part of Texas in the town of San Antone
There's a fortress all in ruin that the weeds have overgrown
You may look in vain for crosses and you'll never see a one
But sometime between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle as the men go marching by
You can hear them as they answer
To that roll call in the sky
Colonel Travis Davy Crockett and a hundred eighty more
Captain Dickenson Jim Bowie present and accounted for
Back in eighteen thirty six
Houston said to Travis
Get some volunteers and go fortify the Alamo
Well the men came from Texas and from old Tennessee and they joined up with Travis
Just to fight for the right to be free
Indian scouts with squirrel guns men with muzzle loaders
Stood together heel and toe to defend the Alamo
You may never see your loved ones
Travis told them that day those that want to can leave now
Those who'll fight to the death let 'em stay
In the sand he drew a line with his army sabre
Out of a hundred eighty five not a soldier crossed the line
With his banners a-dancin' in the dawn's golden light
Santa Anna came prancin'
On a horse that was black as the night
He sent an officer to tell
Travis to surrender
Travis answered with a shell and a rousin' rebel yell
Santa Anna turned scarlet play Degüello he roared
I will show them no quarter
Everyone will be put to the sword
One hundred and eighty five holdin' back five thousand
Five days six days eight days ten
Travis held and held again then he sent for replacements for his wounded and lame
But the troops that were comin'
Never came never came never came
Twice he charged then blew recall on the fatal third time
Santa Anna breached the wall and he killed them one and all
Now the bugles are silent and there's rust on each sword
And the small band of soldiers lie asleep in the arms of the Lord
In the southern part of Texas near the town of San Antone
Like a statue on his Pinto rides a cowboy all alone
And he sees the cattle grazin' where a century before
Santa Anna's guns were blazin' and the cannons used to roar
And his eyes turn sort of misty and his heart begins to glow
And he takes his hat off slowly to the men of Alamo
To the thirteen days of glory at the seige of Alamo
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rendu célèbre par Marty Robbins
Auteur : Paul Francis Webster Compositeur : Dimitri Tiomkine
Avec l'autorisation de : Universal Music Publishing UK
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