A^Fcross the alley from the Alamo Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo Who ^C7sang a sort of indian Hide-ho To the ^Gm7people ^C7passing ^Fby The ^Fpinto spent his time a swichin' flies And the Navajo watched the lazy skies And ^C7very rarely did they ever rest their eyes On the ^Gm7people ^C7passing ^Fby One ^Bbday they ent a ^Fwalkin' A^Bblong the ^Bbmrailroad ^Ftrack They were ^A7swishin' not ^Dmlookin' ^G9Toot toot They never came ^C7back A^Fcross the alley from the Alamo When the summer sun decides to settle low A ^C7fly sings an indian Hide-ho To the ^Gm7people ^C7passing ^Fby A^Fcross the alley from the Alamo Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo Who ^C7used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough To the ^Gm7people ^C7passing ^Fby They ^Fthought that they would make some easy bucks If they're washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux A ^C7pair of very conscientious clucks On the ^Gm7people ^C7passing ^Fby The they ^Bbtook this cheap vacation Their ^Bbshoes were ^Bbmpolished ^Fbright No they ^A7never heard the ^Dmwhistle ^G9Toot toot They're clearout of ^C7sight A^Fcross the alley from the Alamo When the starlight beams its tender tender glow The ^C7beams go to sleep and there ain't no dough For the ^Gm7people ^C7passing ^Fby