Written by Joe Green
C Across the alley from the Alamo Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo G7 Who sang a sort of Indian Hideho F G7 C To the people passing by The pinto spent his time a swichin' flies And the Navajo watched the lazy skies G7 And very rarely did they ever rest their eyes F G7 C On the people passing by F C One day they went a walkin' F Fm C Along the railroad track E7 Am They were swishin' not lookin' D7 Toot toot G7 They never came back C Across the alley from the Alamo When the summer sun decides to settle low G7 A fly sings an indian Hideho F G7 C To the people passing by Across the alley from the Alamo Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo G7 Who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough F G7 C To the people passing by They thought that they would make some easy bucks If they're washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux G7 A pair of very conscientious clucks F G7 C On the people passing by F The they took this cheap vacation F Fm C Their shoes were polished bright E7 Am No they never heard the whistle D7 Toot toot G7 They're clear out of sight C Across the alley from the Alamo When the starlight beams its tender tender glow G7 The beams go to sleep and there ain't no dough F G7 C For the people passing by