A
Across the alley from the Alamo
Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo
E7
Who sang a sort of Indian Hideho
D E7 A
To the people passing by
The pinto spent his time a swichin' flies
And the Navajo watched the lazy skies
E7
And very rarely did they ever rest their eyes
D E7 A
On the people passing by
D A
One day they went a walkin'
D Dm A
Along the railroad track
C#7 F#m
They were swishin' not lookin'
B7
Toot toot
E7
They never came back
A
Across the alley from the Alamo
When the summer sun decides to settle low
E7
F# fly sings an indian Hideho
D E7 A
To the people passing by
Across the alley from the Alamo
Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo
E7
Who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough
D E7 A
To the people passing by
They thought that they would make some easy bucks
If they're washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux
E7
F# pair of very conscientious clucks
D E7 A
On the people passing by
D
The they took this cheap vacation
D Dm A
Their shoes were polished bright
C#7 F#m
No they never heard the whistle
B7
Toot toot
E7
They're clear out of sight
A
Across the alley from the Alamo
When the starlight beams its tender tender glow
E7
The beams go to sleep and there ain't no dough
D E7 A
For the people passing by