Linden Arden stole the highlights -
With one hand tied behind his back -
Loved the morning sun, and whiskey

Ran like water in his veins
Loved to go to church on Sunday
Even though he was a drinking man

When the boys came to San Francisco
They were looking for his life
But he found out where they were drinking

Met them face to face outside
Cleaved their heads off with a hatchet
Lord, he was a drinkin' man

And when someone tried to get above him
He just took the law into his own hands


Linden Arden stole the highlights
And they put his fingers through the glass
He had heard all those stories many, many times before

And he did not care no more to ask
And he loved the little children like they were his very own
He Said, "Someday it may get lonely."

Now he's livin', livin' with a gun