Across The Alley From The Alamo

Across the alley from the Alamo, ah yeah
 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 went a walkin' along the railroad track
 They were swishin' not 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 Hideho
 To the people passing by
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 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 passing by
 And they took this cheap vacation
 Their shoes were polished bright
 No they never heard the whistle
 Toot toot
 They're clear out of sight, ooh
 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 passing by
 Across the alley from the Alamo