A[F]cross the alley from the Alamo Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo Who [C7]sang a sort of indian Hideho To the [Gm7]people [C7]passing [F]by The [F]pinto spent his time a swichin' flies And the navajo watched the lazy skies And [C7]very rarely did they ever rest their eyes On the [Gm7]people [C7]passing [F]by One [Bb]day they ent a [F]walkin' A[Bb]long the [Bbm]railroad [F]track They were [A7]swishin' not [Dm]lookin' [G9]Toot toot They never came [C7]back A[F]cross the alley from the Alamo When the summer sun decides to settle low A [C7]fly sings an indian Hideho To the [Gm7]people [C7]passing [F]by A[F]cross the alley from the Alamo Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo Who [C7]used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough To the [Gm7]people [C7]passing [F]by They [F]thought that they would make some easy bucks If they're washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux A [C7]pair of very conscientious clucks On the [Gm7]people [C7]passing [F]by The they [Bb]took this cheap vacation Their [Bb]shoes were [Bbm]polished [F]bright No they [A7]never heard the [Dm]whistle [G9]Toot toot They're clearout of [C7]sight A[F]cross the alley from the Alamo When the starlight beams its tender tender glow The [C7]beams go to sleep and there ain't no dough For the [Gm7]people [C7]passing [F]by