West Hills

Album: Pressure Machine (2021)
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  • (Alright, well I'm twenty-six so I've lived here for twenty-six years)
    (I married my high school sweetheart so we've been mar-)
    (We've been together eleven years)
    (Um, I don't really travel much so I've just been here)

    (Uh, I, I'm busy John, you'll just have to wait)
    (Uh, my little brother he moved into the community)
    (And they tried to tape him to a flag pole or a tree up at the high school)
    (So if you don't fit their mold)

    (It's just a nice small community, everybody knows everybody)
    (Good place to live and to raise kids)
    (We'll be here forever so, yeah, it's a good area)

    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

    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
    And 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, hills Writer/s: Brandon Flowers, Jonathan Rado
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
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