Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Treetop Slim & Billy Lowgrass , by - Rodney Crowell. Song from the album Texas, in the genre КантриRelease date: 14.08.2019
Record label: RC1
Song language: English
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 |
| 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 |