Treetop Slim & Billy Lowgrass - Rodney Crowell

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 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