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Across the Alley From the Alamo

Höfundur lags: Joe Greene Flytjandi: Bob Wills Sent inn af: Anonymous

A[C]cross the alley from the Alamo

Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo
Who [G7]sang a sort of Indian Hideho
To the [F]people [G7]passing [C]by  


The pinto spent his time a swichin' flies

And the Navajo watched the lazy skies
And [G7]very rarely did they ever rest their eyes
On the [F]people [G7]passing [C]by  

One [F]day they went a [C]walkin'
A[F]long the [Fm]railroad [C]track
They were [E7]swishin' not [Am]lookin'
[D7]Toot toot
They never came [G7]back   

A[C]cross the alley from the Alamo

When the summer sun decides to settle low
A [G7]fly sings an indian Hideho
To the [F]people [G7]passing [C]by  


Across the alley from the Alamo

Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo
Who [G7]used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough
To the [F]people [G7]passing [C]by  


They thought that they would make some easy bucks

If they're washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux
A [G7]pair of very conscientious clucks
On the [F]people [G7]passing [C]by  

The they [F]took this cheap vacation
Their [F]shoes were [Fm]polished [C]bright
No they [E7]never heard the [Am]whistle
[D7]Toot toot
They're clear out of [G7]sight

[C]Across the alley from the Alamo

When the starlight beams its tender tender glow
The [G7]beams go to sleep and there ain't no dough
For the [F]people [G7]passing [C]by  


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

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