Treetop Slim & Billy Lowgrass Rodney Crowell
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[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Billy Lowgrass, he was small
Just barely pushing five feet tall
But when he drew his pistol aim
Everybody knowed his name
[Pre-Chorus 1]
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
[Chorus 1]
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 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
[Verse 2]
Billy Lowgrass, he was small
Just barely pushing five feet tall
But when he drew his pistol aim
Everybody knowed his name
[Pre-Chorus 1]
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
[Chorus 1]
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
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