Lyrics Rodney Crowell – Treetop Slim & Billy Lowgrass

Treetop Slim was a gangling lad
Stood six foot six at twelve
On painted pony into town
His brogan shoes would scrape the ground

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 men riding
Two young boys can’t go on hiding

Treetop Slim and Billy Lowgrass
Texas Rangers are 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 now
Billy Low you ought to know
They’ve got faster horses, grown men riding
Two young boys can’t 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