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