Lynden Arden Stole The Highlights
Lynden Arden stole the highlights --
With one hand tied behind his back --
Lift the moon and sun, and whiskey
Ran like water in his veins
Helped 'em go to church on Sunday
Even though he was a drinking man
When the boys came from San Francisco
They were looking for his life
But they found out where they were drinking
Met them face to face outside
Cleaved their heads off with a hatchet
Lord, they wasn't drinking then
And when someone tried to get above him
He just took the law into his own hands
Lynden Arden stole the highlights
And they put his finger through the glass
He had heard all their stories many, many times before
And they 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