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Well, 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 passin' by 
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The pinto spent his time a-swishin' flies And the Navajo watched the cloudy skies  
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And very rarely did they ever rest their eyes On the people passin' by 
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 »A      One day, they went a walkin'.... along the railroad track
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They were swishin' not a-lookin' .....they never came back   Ohhh  
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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 Hi-de-ho To the people passing by .[2,3,4] [INST] E . . . . . A .   
                                                                              
Across the alley from the Alamo Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo
They used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough For the people passing by
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 

They took this cheap vacation, their shoes were polished bright
Though  theynever  heard that WHISTLE,  they're clean out of sight   Ohhh
Across the alley from the Alamo When the summer sun decides to settle low
A fly go to sleep and then there ain't no dough For the people passin' by
»harm»»  G#       G#      G#      E A...  G# A 
 .....across the alley FROM the Alamo 

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Suzy & The Saddlesores

       
        

        



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NEW IMPROVED POLITICALLY CORRECT VERSION!!

Well, across the alley from the Alamo Lived a pinto pony and a guy named Joe
Who sang a sort of folky-sounding "Hi-de-ho" To the people passin' by  
The pinto spent his time a-swishin' flies while Joe sat a-watchin' the lazy skies
And very very rarely did they ever rest their eyes On the people passin' by 

One day, they went a walkin'.... along the railroad track
They were swishin' not a-lookin' ....they never came back
Oh, across the alley from the Alamo When the summer sun decides to settle low
A fly sings a folky-sounding  "Hi-de-ho" To the people passing by   [INST]  A   E    A
     
Across the alley from the Alamo Lived a pinto pony and a guy named Joe
They used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough for the people passing 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 vacation, their shoes were polished bright
No, they never heard that whistle,  they're clear out of sight
Oh, across the alley from the Alamo When the summer sun decides to settle low
The beams go to sleep and then there ain't no dough For the people passin' by
 .....across the alley from the Alamo     
      

Billy Mize and Bob Wills

The Quebe Sisters at Larry's Country Diner


Mills Brothers