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 awalkin' Along the railroad track They were swishin', not lookin' Toot! Toot! 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
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 tho't that they would make some easy bucks If they're washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux A pair of very conscientious clucks To the people passing by Then they took this cheap vacation Their shoes were polished bright No they never heard the whistle Toot! Toot! They're clear out of sight Across the alley from the Alamo When the starlight beams it's tender tender glow The beans go to sleep and there ain't no dough For the people passing by