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' a-long the railroad track

They were swishin' not a-looking. 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 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 va-cation, their shoes were polished bright.

No, 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' a-long 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 Ala-mo.