There was a young boy named Willie Philip King
He was strong as an oak and brave as he could be
When Travis called he said I'll go and fight for Texas to be free
I'll make Daddy proud of me
I'll make Mama proud of me
He packed up his bag he left everything behind
With a gunny sack and a fifth of homemade wine
He tipped his hat he flashed a smile and said Mama I'll be fine
And his mama cried
And his daddy cried
He made it to Bexar March 1st of '36
To the mission walls at the cannons he took his place
For five long days he stood there firm and looked danger in its face
He was unafraid
Of fear there was no trace
There was a young boy named Willie Philip King
He was a hero to Texas a hero to you and me
When Travis called he said I'll go and fight for Texas to be free
And boy was Texas proud of King
A Texas king he'll always be