Across the alley from the Alamo Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo Who sang a sort of Indian Hideho To the people passing by The pinto spent his time a swichin' 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 a walkin' 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 Hideho 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 To the people passing by They thought that they would make some easy bucks If they're washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux A pair of very conscientious clucks On the people passing by The 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 its tender tender glow The beams go to sleep and there ain't no dough For the people passing by