Linden Arden stole the highlights -
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With one hand tied behind his back -
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Loved the morning sun, and whiskey
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Ran like water in his veins
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Loved to go to church on Sunday
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Even though he was a drinking man
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When the boys came to San Francisco
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They were looking for his life
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But he found out where they were drinking
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Met them face to face outside
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Cleaved their heads off with a hatchet
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Lord, he was a drinkin' man
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And when someone tried to get above him
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He just took the law into his own hands
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Linden Arden stole the highlights
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And they put his fingers through the glass
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He had heard all those stories many, many times before
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And he did not care no more to ask
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And he loved the little children like they were his very own
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He Said, "Someday it may get lonely."
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Now he's livin', livin' with a gun
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Linden Arden Stole The Highlights
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| Van Morrison |
