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

Bridge: One day they went a-walkin’along the railroad track
They were swishin’ not a-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 [Fine]
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
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 polish’d 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 glow
The beans go to sleep and there ain’t no dough
For the people passing by.