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