I was born right here in Zion God's own son His holy ghost stories in bloodshed Never scared me not While they bowed their heads on Sunday Cut out through hedges and fields Where the light could place its hands on my head In the West Hills Free in the West Hills Free in the West Hills She's got two full grown children One still on the vine And once I got to know him I loved 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 Free in the West Hills When the sheriff kicked my door down I was sleeping in my own bed In the mess I got caught up in Rain hard down on my head And they got me full possession Of them hillbilly heroin pills Enough to kill the horses that run Free in the West Hills They got me full possession of enough to kill The horses that run Free in the West Hills Free in the West Hills If this life was meant for proving I could use more years to live 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'll reject my actions But he will know my heart 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 full possession of enough to kill The horses that run Free in the West Hills Free in the West Hills Free, free In the West Hills In the West Hills In the West Hills Hills In the West Hills