| Song | Linden Arden Stole the Highlights |
| Artist | Van Morrison |
| Album | Veedon Fleece |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Morrison | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Morrison | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Morrison | |
| 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 |