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