Across The Alley From The Alamo - Stan Kenton and His Orchestra, June Christy

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 passing 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 passing by

One day they went awalkin'

Along the railroad track

They were swishin', not lookin'

Toot!

Toot!

They never came back

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 tho’t that they would make some easy bucks

If they’re washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux

A pair of very conscientious clucks

To the people passing 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

Across the alley from the Alamo

When the starlight beams it’s tender tender glow

The beans go to sleep and there ain’t no dough

For the people passing by