Bob Wills - Across the alley from the alamo

Acros^Ds the alley from the Alamo lived a pinto pony and a Navajo They both^A7 sang the Indian hi-de-ho to the people passing ^Dby The pinto ^Dspent his time a swishing flies while the Navajo watched the lazy skies Very^A7 seldom did they ever rest their eyes on the people passing ^Dby

O^G7ne day they went out w^Dalking down by the ^G7railroad tr^Dack They were swi^Bmshing, not looking, too^E7t-toot, they never came ^A7back Across^D the alley from the Alamo when the summer sun decides to settle low A fly^A7 sings an Indian hi-de-ho to the people passing ^Dby

Ac^Dross the alley from the Alamo lived a pinto pony and a Navajo They ^A7both sang the Indian hi-de-ho to the people pass^Ding by The pinto ^Dspent his time a swishing flies while the Navajo watched the lazy skies Very^A7 seldom did they ever rest their eyes on the people passing ^Dby

O^G7ne day they went out w^Dalking down by the ^G7railroad tr^Dack They were swi^Bmshing, not looking, too^E7t-toot, they never came ^A7back Across ^Dthe alley from the Alamo when the summer sun decides to settle low A fly^A7 sings an Indian hi-de-ho to the people passing ^Dby