West Hills

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I was born right here in Zion, 
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God's own son
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His Holy Ghost stories and 
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bloodshed   never scared me none
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While they bowed their heads on 
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Sunday I cut out through the 
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hedges and fields
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Where the light could place its 
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hands on my head  in the West 
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Hills


[Chorus]
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Fr--ee in the West Hills
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Fr--ee in the West Hills


[Verse 2]
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She's got two full-grown children,
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 one still on the vine
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And once I got to know him I 
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loved him like he was mine
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Some nights we drive up the mouth 
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of the canyon on hillbilly heroin 
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pills
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We get out and watch the sunset, 
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peaceful and still


[Chorus]
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And free in the West Hills
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Fr--ee in the West Hills


[Verse 3]
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When the sheriff kicked my door  
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down, I was sleeping in my own bed
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And the mess I got caught up in, 
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rained hard down on my head
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They got me for possession of them
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 hillbilly heroin pills
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Enough to kill the horses that run
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 free in the west hills

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They got me for possession of enough
 to kill the horses that run


[Chorus]
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Fr--ee in the West Hills
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Fr--ee in the West Hills


[Verse 4]
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If this life was meant for proving
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 I could use more years to live
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But fifteen in a guardhouse, 
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that's more than I'm willing to give
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And if there really is a 
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judgement,    when He pulls my chart
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   He'll reject my actions,   
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but He will know my heart
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   And he'll prepare a place for 
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me, where happiness instills
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And the light puts its loving hands
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 on my head, free in the West Hills

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They got me for possession of enough
 to kill the horses that run


[Chorus]
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Fr--ee in the West Hills
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Fr--ee in the West Hills

[Otro]
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Fr--ee, fr--ee
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in the West Hills, in the West 
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Hills,
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in the West Hills, in the West 
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Hills,
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