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 passin by across the alley from the alamo lived a pinto a pony and a navajo who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough for the people passin 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 though 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