Rodney Crowell - Treetop Slim & Billy Lowgrass Lyrics

Treetop slim was a gangling lad stood six foot six at twelve
On painted pony into town his brogan shoes would scrape the ground
Talk about a rifle shot. Treetop Slim was really hot

Billy Lowgrass he was small just barely pushing five feet tall
But when he drew his pistol aim everybody knowed his name

Billy Lowgrass better think fast come on Slim the chance is dim
They've got faster horses grown me riding
Two young boys can't go on hiding

Treetop Slim and Billy Lowgrass Texas Rangers dogging your ass
Hiding out in the land of pine cones a life of crime won't last too long

Treetop Slim it's sink or swim Billy Low you ought to know
They've got faster horsed grown men riding
Two young boys can go on Hiding

Treetop Slim and Billy Lowgrass Fredonia lawmen dogging your ass
Hiding out in a piney wood. Robbing banks won't do you no good

Treetop Slim and Billy Lowgrass Texas lawmen closing in fast
Hiding out in a deep pine thicket. Robbing banks just ain't the ticket