Standard (EADGBE)

 A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die

 By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh

 Any man that would fight to the death, cross over

 But if you wanna live, you better fly

 And over the line stepped a hundred and seventy nine

Chorus

Hey, Santa Ana, we're killing you're soldiers below

 So men, wherever they go, will remember the Alamo