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 living, living with a gun.