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 know nor care to ask. And he loved the little children like they were his very own. You say "Someday it may get lonely.". Now he's livin' livin' with a gun.