Biografia:
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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Outras músicas:
- 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
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[Verse 1] Across the alley from the Alamo lived a pinto pony and
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a Navajo. Who sang a sort of Indian Hideho to the people
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passing by. The pinto spent his time a swishing flies. The
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Navajo watched the lazy skies. Very rarely did they ever rest their
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eyes on the people passing by. One day they went a walkin' along
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the railroad track. They were swishing' not lookin' Toot toot
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-- they never came back. Across the alley from the Alamo when the
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summer sun decides to settle low, a fly sings an Indian Hideho to the
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people passing by.
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[Verse 2] Across the alley from the Alamo lived a pinto pony and
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a Navajo, who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough for the
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people passing by. They thought that they would make some easy
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bucks if they washed their frijoles in Duz and Lux. A pair of
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very conscientious clucks to the people passing by. Then they
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took this cheap vacation. Their shoes were polished bright.
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No they never heard the whistle. Toot Toot, they're clear out of sight.
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Across the alley from the Alamo, when the starlight beams its tender glow,
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the beams go to sleep and there ain't no dough for the people
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passing by. Across the A-l-l-e-y From The Alamo
C
[Verse 1] Across the alley from the Alamo lived a pinto pony and
G7 Dm7
a Navajo. Who sang a sort of Indian Hideho to the people
G7 C
passing by. The pinto spent his time a swishing flies. The
G7
Navajo watched the lazy skies. Very rarely did they ever rest their
Dm7 G7 C F C F
eyes on the people passing by. One day they went a walkin' along
C D7 Am D7
the railroad track. They were swishing' not lookin' Toot toot
G7 C
-- they never came back. Across the alley from the Alamo when the
G7
summer sun decides to settle low, a fly sings an Indian Hideho to the
Dm7 G7 C
people passing by.
[Lead] C G7 Dm7 G7 C
C
[Verse 2] Across the alley from the Alamo lived a pinto pony and
G7
a Navajo, who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough for the
Dm7 G7 C
people passing by. They thought that they would make some easy
G7
bucks if they washed their frijoles in Duz and Lux. A pair of
Dm7 G7 C
very conscientious clucks to the people passing by. Then they
F C F C
took this cheap vacation. Their shoes were polished bright.
D7 Am D7 G7
No they never heard the whistle. Toot Toot, they're clear out of sight.
C
Across the alley from the Alamo, when the starlight beams its tender glow,
G7 Dm7
the beams go to sleep and there ain't no dough for the people
G7 C G7 C
passing by. Across the A-l-l-e-y From The Alamo
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Bobby Allen
Bobby Alu
Bobby and Laurie
Bobby Dean
Bobby Doran
Bobby Flores
Bobby Freeman
Bobby Goldsboro