Pottery by Dai on sat 5 oct 02
Dale Tex
"across the alley from the Alamo"
San Antonio, Texas
OK, does anyone remember the next line of this song? All I can think of
is "Across the alley from the Alamo, lived a pinto pony and a-----what??"
Or, was it even a pinto pony? Or was there even a song??
Dai in Armstrong, BC, where the Pumpkin Festival today will feature pumpkin
catapulting!
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Catherine White on sat 5 oct 02
http://trowbridgeplanetearth.com/T2/T2C1/GMcClure/AlleyAlamo.html
Go to that web site for the full lyrics. It was driving me crazy because I
could almost remember but not quite. I thought there was something about
"having a drink with Joe" but evidently not.
Catherine in Yuma, AZ
Two ancient electric kilns. Both outside.
It never rains here at the Mexican border.
One partner, one kid, three cats. All inside.
----- Original Message ----- > "across the alley from the Alamo"
> San Antonio, Texas
> OK, does anyone remember the next line of this song? All I can think
of
> is "Across the alley from the Alamo, lived a pinto pony and a-----what??"
Catherine White on sat 5 oct 02
Across The Alley From The Alamo
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-swhishin' 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 a walkin'
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 Navjo
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
Where the starlight beams its tender, tender glow
The beams go to sleep and there ain't no dough
For the people passing by
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Lyrics kindly provided by Vital.
Catherine in Yuma, AZ
Two ancient electric kilns. Both outside.
It never rains here at the Mexican border.
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