Across the alley from the Alamo

Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo

Who sang a sort of Indian "Hi-de-ho"

To the people passin' by



The pinto spent his time a-swishin' flies

And the Navajo watched the lazy skies

And very rarely did they ever rest their eyes

On the people passin' by



One day, they went a walkin' along the railroad track

They were swishin' not a-lookin' Toot! Toot!, they never came back



Oh, across the alley from the Alamo

When the summer sun decides to settle low

A fly sings an Indian "Hi-de-ho"

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

For the people passing by



They thought that they would make some easy bucks

By washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux,

A pair of very conscientious clucks

To the people passin' by



Then they took this cheap vacation, their shoes were polished bright

No, they never heard the whistle, Toot! Toot! they're clear out of

Sight



Oh, across the alley from the Alamo

When the starlight beams its tender glow

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

For the people passin' by



One day, they went a walkin' along the railroad track

They were swishin' not a-lookin' Toot! Toot!, they never came back



Oh, across the alley from the Alamo

When the summer sun decides to settle low

A fly sings an Indian "Hi-de-ho"

To the people passin' by



Across the alley from the Alamo

Writer : JOE GREENE
Copyright : Lyrics © MICHAEL H GOLDSEN INC