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