West Hills III

I was born right here in Zion And the messianic God's own Son His Holy Ghost stories and bloodshed Never really did scare me none While they bowed their heads on Sunday I cut out through hedges and fields Where the light could place its hands on my head Free in the west hills She's got two fully-grown children With one still stuck on the vine Once I really got to know the boy I loved him like he was mine Some nights we drive up thе mouth of the canyon On hillbilly heroin pills We gеt out and watch the sunset Over 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 And they got me for possession Of them hillbilly heroin pills Enough to kill the horses that run Free in the west hills If this life was meant for proving I could use more years to live But fifteen in a guardhouse Is more than I'm willing to give And if there really is a judgment When the Saviour pulls my chart He will reject my actions But He will know my heart And He'll prepare a place for me Where happiness instills Where the light can place its hands on my head Free in the west hills