Letra de 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 noneWhile 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 hillsShe'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 mineSome nights we drive up the mouth of the canyon On hillbilly heroin pills We get out and watch the sunset Over the west hillsWhen 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 headAnd they got me for possession Of them hillbilly heroin pills Enough to kill the horses that run Free in the west hillsIf this life was meant for proving I could use more years to live But,15, in a guardhouse Is more than I'm willing to giveAnd if there really is a judgment When the Savior pulls my chart He will reject my actions But he will know my heartAnd 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