D
Across the alley from the Alamo
Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo
A7
Who sang a sort of Indian Hideho
G A7 D
To the people passing by
The pinto spent his time a swichin' flies
And the Navajo watched the lazy skies
A7
And very rarely did they ever rest their eyes
G A7 D
On the people passing by
G D
One day they went a walkin'
G Gm D
Along the railroad track
F#7 Bm
They were swishin' not lookin'
E7
Toot toot
A7
They never came back
D
Across the alley from the Alamo
When the summer sun decides to settle low
A7
B fly sings an indian Hideho
G A7 D
To the people passing by
Across the alley from the Alamo
Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo
A7
Who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough
G A7 D
To the people passing by
They thought that they would make some easy bucks
If they're washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux
A7
B pair of very conscientious clucks
G A7 D
On the people passing by
G
The they took this cheap vacation
G Gm D
Their shoes were polished bright
F#7 Bm
No they never heard the whistle
E7
Toot toot
A7
They're clear out of sight
D
Across the alley from the Alamo
When the starlight beams its tender tender glow
A7
The beams go to sleep and there ain't no dough
G A7 D
For the people passing by