The Mills

Across The Alley From The Alamo

The Mills


Across the alley from the Alamo 
Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo 
Who sang a sort of Indian "Hi-de-ho" 
To the people passin' by 

The pinto spent his time a-swishin' flies 
And the Navajo watched the lazy skies 
And 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' Toot! Toot!, they never came back 

Oh, across the alley from the Alamo 
When the summer sun decides to settle low 
A fly sings an Indian "Hi-de-ho" 
To the people passing by 

Across the alley from the Alamo 
Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo 
Who 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 the whistle, Toot! Toot! they're clear out of sight 

Oh, across the alley from the Alamo 
When the starlight beams its tender glow 
The beams go to sleep and then there ain't no dough 
For the people passin' by 

One day, they went a walkin' along the railroad track 
They were swishin' not a-lookin' Toot! Toot!, they never came back 

Oh, across the alley from the Alamo 
When the summer sun decides to settle low 
A fly sings an Indian "Hi-de-ho" 
To the people passin' by 

Across the alley from the Alamo