Tom: C
Introdução:
C
Across the alley from the Alamo
Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo
G7
Who sang a sort of Indian Hideho
F G7 C
To the people passing by
The pinto spent his time a swichin' flies
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
When the summer sun decides to settle low
G7
A fly sings an indian Hideho
F G7 C
To the people passing by
Across the alley from the Alamo
G7
Who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough
F G7 C
To the people passing by
They thought that they would make some easy bucks
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
When the starlight beams its tender tender glow
G7
The beams go to sleep and there ain't no dough
F G7 C
For the people passing by