C
Across the alley from the Alamo
G7
Who sang a sort of Indian Hideho
F
G7
C
To the people passing by
G7
And very rarely did they ever rest their eyes
F
G7
C
On the people passing by
F
C
One day they went a walkin’
F
Fm
C
Along the railroad track
E7
Am
They were swishin’ not lookin’
D7
Toot toot
G7
They never came back
C
Across the alley from the Alamo
G7
A fly sings an indian Hideho
F
G7
C
To the people passing by
G7
Who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough
F
G7
C
To the people passing by
G7
A pair of very conscientious clucks
F
G7
C
On the people passing by
F
The they took this cheap vacation
F
Fm
C
Their shoes were polished bright
E7
Am
No they never heard the whistle
D7
Toot toot
G7
They’re clear out of sight
C
Across the alley from the Alamo
G7
The beams go to sleep and there ain’t no dough
F
G7
C
For the people passing by
C
Am
D7
Fm
E7
F
G7
