Lyrics Across The Alley From The Alamo - Bob Wills

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 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
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
Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo
Who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough
To the people passing by