Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Across the Alley from the Alamo, artist - Bing Crosby. Date of issue: 28.02.2015
Song language: English
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 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 |