the mills brothers
across the alley from the alamo
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 passin' 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 passin' by  One day, they went a walkin' along the railroad track They were swishin' not a-lookin'  Toot! Toot!, they never came back  Oh, 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 thought that they would make some easy bucks By washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux, A pair of very conscientious clucks To the people passin' 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  Oh, across the alley from the Alamo When the starlight beams its tender glow The beams go to sleep and then there ain't no dough For the people passin' by  One day, they went a walkin' along the railroad track They were swishin' not a-lookin'  Toot! Toot!, they never came back  Oh, 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 passin' by  Across the alley from the Alamo