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