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Other StuffI really like the movie The Cowboys. Maybe my favorite scene is when Jebediah Nightlinger is about to be hanged, he says, " I regret trifling with married women. I'm thoroughly ashamed at cheating at cards. I deplore my occasional departures from the truth. Forgive me for taking your name in vain, my Saturday drunkenness, my Sunday sloth. Above all, forgive me for the men I've killed in anger [eyes shifting to Asa Watts] .. and those I am about to."Then the boys attack and conquer the bad guys and free Mr. Nightlinger. What a great song - Where the Very Same Cottonwoods Grow. The lyrics (as best I've been able to determine). 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! |
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