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
