F
Across the alley from the Alamo
Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo
C7
Who sang a sort of Indian Hideho
A# C7 F
To the people passing by
The pinto spent his time a swichin' flies
And the Navajo watched the lazy skies
C7
And very rarely did they ever rest their eyes
A# C7 F
On the people passing by
A# F
One day they went a walkin'
A# A#m F
Along the railroad track
A7 Dm
They were swishin' not lookin'
G7
Toot toot
C7
They never came back
F
Across the alley from the Alamo
When the summer sun decides to settle low
C7
D fly sings an indian Hideho
A# C7 F
To the people passing by
Across the alley from the Alamo
Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo
C7
Who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough
A# C7 F
To the people passing by
They thought that they would make some easy bucks
If they're washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux
C7
D pair of very conscientious clucks
A# C7 F
On the people passing by
A#
The they took this cheap vacation
A# A#m F
Their shoes were polished bright
A7 Dm
No they never heard the whistle
G7
Toot toot
C7
They're clear out of sight
F
Across the alley from the Alamo
When the starlight beams its tender tender glow
C7
The beams go to sleep and there ain't no dough
A# C7 F
For the people passing by