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Lynden Arden Stole The Highlights
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Lynden Arden stole the highlights --
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With one hand tied behind his back --
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Lift the moon and sun, and whiskey
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Ran like water in his veins
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Helped 'em go to church on Sunday
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Even though he was a drinking man
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When the boys came from San Francisco
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They were looking for his life
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But they 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, they wasn't drinking then
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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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Lynden Arden stole the highlights
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And they put his finger through the glass
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He had heard all their stories many, many times before
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And they 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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Lynden Arden Stole The Highlights
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Van Morrison |