Across the alley from the Alamo

Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo

Who sang a sort of Indian Hideho

To the people passing by



The pinto spent his time a swichin' flies

And the Navajo watched the lazy skies

And very rarely did they ever rest their eyes

On the people passing by



One day they ent a walkin'

Along the railroad track

They were swishin' not lookin'

Toot toot

They never came back



Across the alley from the Alamo

When the summer sun decides to settle low

A fly sings an Indian Hideho

To the people passing by



Across the alley from the Alamo

Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo

Who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough

To the people passing by



They thought that they would make some easy bucks

If they're washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux

A pair of very conscientious clucks

On the people passing by



The they took this cheap vacation

Their shoes were polished bright

No they never heard the whistle

Toot toot

They're clear out of sight



Across the alley from the Alamo

When the starlight beams its tender tender glow

The beams go to sleep and there ain't no dough

For the people passing by