Well 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 passing 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 passing by One day they went out a walkin' Along the railroad track They were swishin', not lookin' They never came back 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 One day they went out a walkin' Along the railroad track They were swishin', not lookin' They never came back 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