Bob Wills - Across the alley from the alamo
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CAcross the alley from the Alamo
Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo
Who G7sang a sort of Indian Hideho
To the Fpeople G7passing Cby
The pinto spent his time a swichin' flies
And the Navajo watched the lazy skies
And G7very rarely did they ever rest their eyes
On the Fpeople G7passing Cby
One Fday they went a Cwalkin'
AFlong the Fmrailroad Ctrack
They were E7swishin' not Amlookin'
D7Toot toot
They never came G7back
ACcross the alley from the Alamo
When the summer sun decides to settle low
A G7fly sings an indian Hideho
To the Fpeople G7passing Cby
Across the alley from the Alamo
Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo
Who G7used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough
To the Fpeople G7passing Cby
They thought that they would make some easy bucks
If they're washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux
A G7pair of very conscientious clucks
On the Fpeople G7passing Cby
The they Ftook this cheap vacation
Their Fshoes were Fmpolished Cbright
No they E7never heard the Amwhistle
D7Toot toot
They're clear out of G7sight
CAcross the alley from the Alamo
When the starlight beams its tender tender glow
The G7beams go to sleep and there ain't no dough
For the Fpeople G7passing Cby