Across the Alley from the Alamo The Mills Brothers (#2 in 1947)

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 eyes on the people passing by.

One day they went a-walkin’ along the railroad track.
They were a swishin’ and a 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 corn meal dough for the people passing by.
They tho’t that they would make some easy bucks, if they’re washing 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 its tender glow
The beams go to sleep and there ain’t no dough for the people passing by.