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