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[Verse 1]
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Across the alley from the Alamo lived a pinto pony and a Navajo.
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Who sang a sort of Indian Hi-de-ho to the people passing by.
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The pinto spent his time a swishing flies. The Navajo watched the lazy skies.
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Very rarely did they ever rest their eyes on the people passing by.
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One day they went a walkin' along the railroad track.
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They were swishing' not lookin' Toot toot, they never came back.
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Across the alley from the Alamo when the summer sun decides to settle low,
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a fly sings an Indian Hideho to the people passing by.
[Lead]
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[Verse 2]
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Across the alley from the Alamo lived a pinto pony and a Navajo,
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who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough for the people passing by.
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They thought that they would make some easy bucks
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if they washed their frijoles in Duz and Lux.
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A pair of very conscientious clucks to the people passing by.
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Then they took this cheap vacation. Their shoes were polished bright.
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No they never heard the whistle. Toot Toot, they're clear out of sight.
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Across the alley from the Alamo,
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when the starlight beams its tender tender glow,
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the beams go to sleep and there ain't no dough for the people passing by.
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Across the Alley From The Alamo
