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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
- Album:
- Keep Me Singing
- Duets: Re-Working The Catalogue
- Astral Weeks
- Born to Sing: No Plan B
- Playlist
- Keep It Simple
- Moondance
- His Band And The Street Choir
- Miscellaneous
- A Night In San Francisco
- Come Running (Live at the Troubadour)
- Inarticulate Speech Of The Heart (Expanded Edition)
- A Night In San Francisco (Live)
- Tupelo Honey (Expanded Reissue)
- The Skiffle Sessions: Live In Belfast
- His Band And The Street Choir (Expanded Edition)
- Astral Weeks: Live At the Hollywood Bowl
- Back on Top
- Live at the Grand Opera House Belfast
- Wavelength