I was born right here in zion, god's own son

His holy ghost stories and bloodshed never scared me none

While they bowed their heads on sunday

I cut out through the 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.

And free in the west hills

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 of 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

Free in the west hills.

If this life was meant for proving

I 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 judgement

When he pulls my chart

He'll 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

Free, free in the west hills, in the west hills, in the west hills.