West Hills II

I was born right here in Zion God's own son His Holy Ghost stories and infinite blood Didn't scare me none While they bowed their heads on Sunday I cut out through the fields Where the light put its hands on my head In the dust devil's reel Free in the west hills She's got two fully-grown children One still stuck on the vine I really got to know the boy And I love him like he was mine Some nights we drive up the mouth of the canyon On hillbilly heroin pills We get out and watch the sunset Peaceful and still Free in the west hills When the sheriff kicked my door down I was sleeping in my own bed And the mess I got caught up in Rained hard down on my head They got me for possession Them hillbilly heroin pills Enough to kill the horses that run Free in the west hills They got me for possession of enough to kill the horses that run Free in the west hills That run free in the west hills If this life was meant for proving Could use more years to live But fifteen in a guardhouse That's more than I'm willing to give And if there really is a judgment When He pulls my chart He may reject my actions But He will know my heart And He'll prepare a place for me Where happiness instills And the light puts its loving hands on my head Free in the west hills They got me for possession of enough to kill the horses that run Free in the west hills Free in the west hills In the west hills In the west hills In the west hills