Biography:
James Robert Wills (March 6, 1905 – May 13, 1975), better known as Bob Wills, was an American Western swing musician, songwriter, and bandleader of Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys. Considered by music authorities as the co-founder of Western swing, he was universally known as the King of Western Swing.
Wills formed several bands and played radio stations around the South and West until he formed the Texas Playboys in 1934 with Wills on fiddle, Tommy Duncan on piano and vocals
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Other songs:
- A Maidens Prayer
- Across The Alley From The Alamo
- After All
- Along The Navajo Trail
- Away Out There
- Back Home Again In Indiana
- Bluebonnet Lane
- Bluer Than Blue
- Blues For Dixie
- Brain Cloudy Blues
- Bring It On Down To My Place
- Bubbles In My Beer
- Cherokee Maiden
- Chinatown
- Deep Water
- Dont Be Ashamed Of Your Age
- Dont Keep It A Secret
- Down Hearted Blues
- Drop Us Off At Bobs Place
- Dusty Skies
- End Of The Line
- Faded Love
- Going Away Party
- Hawaiian War Chant Ta Hu Wa Hu Wai
- Heart To Heart Talk
- Home In San Antone
- I Aint Got Nobody
- If No News Is Good News
- Its The Bottle Talking
- Lily Dale
- Miles And Miles Of Texas
- Misery
- Miss Molly
- New San Antonio Rose
- Right Or Wrong
- San Antonio Rose Singalong
- Silver Dew On The Blue Grass Tonight
- Take Me Back To Tulsa
- Yearning
- Youre From Texas
Four years of hard work!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
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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
And the Navajo watched the lazy skies
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
Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo
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
If they're washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux
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
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
And the Navajo watched the lazy skies
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
Lived a pinto pony and a Navajo
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
If they're washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux
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
