[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
[Instrumental]

[Pre-Chorus 2]
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

[Chorus 2]
Treetop Slim and Billy Lowgrass
Fredonia lawmen dogging your ass
Hiding out in a piney wood
Robbing banks won't do you no good

[Instrumental]

[Chorus 3]
Treetop Slim and Billy Lowgrass
Texas lawmen closing in fast
Hiding out in a deep pine thicket
Robbing banks just ain't the ticket