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♪ Ain't cutting my hair, ♪

♪ till the Good Lord comes ♪

♪ Ain't cuttin' my hair ♪

♪ till the Good Lord come... ♪

Let's go, Teller.

Roll it up.

♪ Arrive upon the mountain ♪

♪ just to see what we've done ♪

♪ Cuttin' my hair, cuttin' ♪

♪ till the Good Lord comes ♪

♪ I ain't open my eyes ♪

♪ till we all are free ♪

♪ I ain't open my eyes, ♪

♪ till we all are free... ♪

♪ I ain't open my eyes, ♪

♪ till we all are free... ♪

♪ Till the color of our skin, ♪

♪ it don't mean a damn thing ♪

♪ I ain't open my eyes, ♪

♪ open till we all are free ♪

♪ I ain't pickin' up a paper ♪

♪ till the wild wind blows... ♪

Coming.

♪ I ain't picking up a paper ♪

♪ till the wild wind blows... ♪

Hi.

♪ I ain't pickin' up a paper ♪

♪ till the wild wind blows ♪

♪ Say what we should say until ♪

♪ we know we should know it ♪

♪ Pickin' up a paper, pickin' ♪

♪ till the wild wind blows ♪

♪ 'Cause it's a coal... ♪

♪ It's a coal war, ah-ah... ♪

Such a big boy.

Let's go.

Here we go. Here we go.

Oh, I know.

Look what Mama sucked out for

you this morning.

Look what Mama sucked out

for you, yes.

♪ I ain't cuttin' my hair, ♪

♪ till the Good Lord comes ♪

♪ Arrive upon the mountain ♪

♪ just to see what we have done ♪

♪ I ain't cuttin' my hair, ♪

♪ cuttin' till ♪

♪ the Good Lord comes... ♪

Door opening!

Breakfast.

♪ If we cannot see ♪

♪ all we destroy, we're blind ♪

♪ It's not the hand that cuts ♪

♪ it's the heart we left behind ♪

♪ It's not the hand that cuts, ♪

♪ it's the hatred deep inside ♪

♪ It's not the hand... ♪

♪ Not the hand...! ♪ ♪

Gate!

Hey!

SAMCRO!

Gate!

Whoo-hoo!

It's good to see you

on this side, brother.

Shit, good

to be here, man.

Big day for both of us, huh?

Wouldn't do it

without ya.

We missed you

lunatics.

I knew you'd vote in

when I was gone, you pussy.

Thank you, Stockton.

It's been a real pleasure.

Let's get the hell outta here!

♪ 'Cause it's a coal... ♪

♪ It's a coal war ♪

♪ ah-ah-ah ♪

♪ It's a coal... ♪

♪ coal... ♪

♪ coal... ♪

♪ Five dollars and a head ♪

♪ to keep, the dull black scissors ♪

♪ and some kerosene ♪

♪ You burnt a house, ♪

♪ but you came to bid him well ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

♪ What a thing to tell ♪

♪ Put poison in the well ♪

♪ Just to say ♪

♪ Just to say ♪

♪ Just to say ♪

♪ Just to say... ♪

♪ I ain't cuttin' my hair ♪

♪ till the Good Lord comes ♪

♪ I ain't cuttin' my hair ♪

♪ till the Good Lord comes ♪

♪ I ain't cuttin' my hair till ♪

♪ the Good Lord comes ♪

♪ Arrive upon the mountain ♪

♪ just to see what we've done... ♪

You're an artist, Floyd.

♪ I ain't cuttin my hair... ♪

Have a good day, Sheriff.

Thanks.

Still have small town values.

Sheriff.

♪ It's a coal war, ah-ah-ah ♪

♪ It's a coal... ♪

♪ coal... ♪

♪ It's a coal war, ah-ah-ah ♪

♪ It's a coal... ♪

♪ coal... ♪

♪ coal... ♪ ♪

♪ I ain't cuttin' my hair ♪

♪ till the Good Lord comes ♪

♪ Ain't cuttin' my hair ♪

♪ till the Good Lord comes ♪

♪ Arrive upon the mountain ♪

♪ just to see what we've done ♪

♪ I ain't cuttin' my hair,

♪ cuttin' till the Good Lord comes ♪

♪ Till the Good Lord comes. ♪

Well, now, if you're

the welcoming committee, I was

kinda hoping for flowers,

maybe a bundt cake.

I'm sorry. No cake.

What the hell is this, man?

Just a friendly heads up.

Charming is now under under the

jurisdiction of the San

Joaquin Sheriff Department.

I'm guessing that's you.

Lieutenant Roosevelt.

Charming-Morada substation is my command.

Well, you got to show everyone how big your

stick is, Teddy. Can we go now?

The conditions of your release state that no gang

colors or identifying clothing may be worn in public.

We're not a gang, we're a motorcycle club.

Well, the Federal Government disagrees.

So the next time I see any one of you

who got out today

wearing cuts, well,

they'll belong to me.

We clear?

Welcome home, gentlemen.

♪ Riding through this world ♪

♪ All alone ♪

♪ God takes your soul ♪

♪ You're on your own ♪

♪ The crow flies straight ♪

♪ A perfect line ♪

♪ On the devil's bed ♪

♪ Until you die ♪

♪ Gotta look this life ♪

♪ In the eye. ♪

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♪ Now I'm giving you the proff ♪

♪ last time you calling me a liar ♪

♪ This time I'm giving you

the proof... ♪

Hey.

Hey, history's dead, sweetheart.

It's gotta stay that way, huh?

You okay?

Yeah. Anxious.

Mmm. I'm proud of you.

Ain't easy making things work when they're inside.

You done great.

I couldn't have done it without you.

Wasn't just me.

Was the whole club.

Yeah, it's true.

I love you.

Me, too.

Daddy's home.

Hey, you're here!

Whoo, yeah!

Say hi to Daddy.

Yeah!

How you doing?

All right?

Oh, someone's happy.

Hi, baby.

Oh, I'm so glad you're home.

I love you.

I love you, too, Mom.

She did good.

Yeah, I know.

She did great.

Hey.

I picked out the one you wanted.

Where's Wayne?

I don't know.

He said he'd be here.

Really good to have

you back, Clay.

Holy shit, Chucky.

You got digits.

You grow those?

- It was Gemma. - Gemma?

Yeah, I bought him fingers.

Those shitty little nubs were

freakin' me out.

Were you freaking her out?

Were you freaking her out?

Freaking her out!

Chapel ten minutes.

Yeah?

Sherriff Roosevelt.

I'm Linc Potter.

Assistant U.S. Attorney.

I, uh...

I have a, uh, card here

somewhere.

Ah.

It's uh...

There you are.

It's nice to meet you.

Same here.

All right.

We're renting some

space here, up on the third floor.

Yeah, I've seen you guys coming and going.

So, what can I do for you?

Well, uh, I was

hoping maybe you could stop by later.

Want to bounce a few things off of you.

Okay.

Officially?

Yes.

I talked to Sheriff Moore.

You're clear to join us.

Okay.

Mayor Hale. Lincoln Potter

I've heard a lot of great things about you, sir.

You're the AUSA.

That's right.

Well, uh, Sheriff, I will see you later.

It was so nice to meet you.

Likewise.

What's that about?

Oh, probably just protocol.

You know, those guys been

setting up shop upstairs, in the

last two months.

How'd it go this morning?

Without incident.

Clay and his boys got the message.

I hope you don't think one roadblock

is gonna get these scumbags in line.

They've been quiet because most of them have been inside.

- I'm on top of it. - Oh, I know.

That's why I brought the sheriffs here.

We need your kind of law enforcement.

And that's what you're gonna get, Jacob.

I've dealt with gangs for the last 15 years, so...

Neutralizing their power's just

not going to happen in a day.

Of course not.

You and I both know there

are a lot of important things to

accomplish here in Charming.

I'm just trying to keep everyone

focused on those goals.

Yeah, I understand.

I understand.

And I appreciate that.

You let me know if you need anything.

Thank you.

Your combat pay, gentlemen.

I knew that two years

of community college would pay off.

Even at a small percentage

the new guns are pretty sweet.

Mayans, Italians, Niners,

everybody loves 'em.

The small percentages are over.

Piney, Ope...

Chibs, Kozik.

You did an outstanding job

holding us together, making

this new business work.

You did all the hard work, brother.

We just grunted out the day to day.

Well, you got my

deepest appreciation.

Absolutely.

Yes. Yeah.

Thanks, Ope.

You too, Chibby.

So, you know anything

new with our mayor's little

McMansion utopia?

Rich yuppies are fleeing Stockton.

The city's a war zone. We're hearing that Hale's

got a shitload of presales, and

just needs a few more investors

before he starts swinging hammers.

This, um, Oswald

Construction bid, what is that?

Is that some sort of consolation

prize from Hale?

And when Hale pushed

that 99 on-ramp through the

City Council, all that

timberland went eminent domain,

and Elliot, you know, lost millions.

So Hale, he's letting him make

it up with lumber and labor.

Yeah, Charming's pretty much embraced it, Clay.

I mean, it'll provide construction jobs,

doubles the output at the mill...

Short term.

Hale's building homes in this

town that no one in this town can afford.

Anybody else see a problem with that?

I mean, Jacob Hale's been laying

this track for more than five years now.

City councils, zoning committees,

getting rid of Charming P.D.

No.

We're not gonna let this happen.

The black and proud Sheriff Roosevelt.

Who the hell is he?

We don't know much.

He's out of a gangland task

force from Oakland.

He's been working ten months.

He's let us know he's here, but this is

the first time he's whipped his dick out.

Yeah, he's been pretty low-key.

Yeah, not anymore.

Yeah, I guess today was about letting us know

it ain't gonna be business as usual.

Yeah. We're gonna have to dig pretty

deep into this guy.

You're not gonna get

this sheriff on your payroll.

This boy's a straight-up cop.

All right.

The meet is set with Putlova.

The Jellybean Lounge.

What is it with Russians and strippers?

They ain't strippers.

You been to the Jellybean?

It's horse meat in a g-string.

I love the Jellybean, man.

Of course you do.

I love it, too.

And the freak circle is complete.

Ope...

- Everything set? - Yeah. The Wahewa's

are gonna let us use the southwest reservation.

You exit off at 18 miler.

Be there at 6:00.

And I know how much money is in

those envelopes, so those

wedding gifts better not be bullshit.

All right.

We all got our marching orders.

Hey.

It's a very big day.

So let's get it done.

Clay.

We got company outside.

Two sheriffs, watching us down the block.

Roosevelt.

He's probably going to tail.

Well, if he does,

he can't follow all of us.

I want, uh, Jax and

Opie with me.

Need the rest to help get us there.

- Squiggy. - Yeah.

I want you to drive

the tow-truck behind us.

Is that 'cause you're

upset with me?

We're on parole, genius.

Can only congregate if we're working.

I mean, come on, man.

I should be with you.

I'll be all right.

Need most of us to stay detached.

We get the fun stuff.

Promise?

They're splitting up.

What do we do?

We stay with Clay.

What the hell is this?

They're boxing us in.

Goddamn it.

Clear the road.

Hey!

- Chibs! - Whoa!

Son of a bitch.

I'm gonna kill these pale bitches.

Why the confidentiality?

Peace of mind.

That way, you say anything

about what you see, I strip your

badge and throw you in jail.

I have some trust issues.

Please.

Some of these faces may be familiar to you.

Jesus.

In 1970, Dick Nixon signed into law the

Organized Crime Control Act.

Section 901 of that law...

Racketeer Influence and

Corrupt Organization Act.

Welcome to the war room.

Agents Lane, Kessler-- FBI.

Vance, ICE.

Woodrow, Grad, ATF.

Have a seat, Sheriff, please.

So you really think

you're gonna be able to

use RICO against the Sons?

The MC's become a major distributer

for a group of Real IRA members,

modestly self-titled the Irish Kings.

Struck a deal when they were in Belfast last year.

Sons killed Jimmy O'Phelan;

IRA boss turned rat.

In return, the Irish opened up their arsenal,

gave SAMCRO access to a whole new caliber of weapons.

Pun intended.

So how do the Russians fit in?

The Russians were providing a safe house for

O'Phelan in exchange for guns.

But they got a better offer

from the Sons.

Then Clay double-crossed

Putlova, took out Phelan,

left the Russians with zip.

And that's why Jax

Teller got shived in Stockton--

Russians' retaliation.

And to make peace,

Clay made a distribution deal with Putlova.

They got the lion's share of the

guns and profits while the MC was inside.

And now that the Sons are out,

all of that will be changing.

Yes, and as to, uh...

how, we'll know how soon enough.

You have someone on the inside.

FBI Agent Ronald Worski.

Been undercover with the Russians for over a year now.

He's very close to becoming

Putlova's number two.

We've tracked the distribution from Belfast

and Dungloe over to Canada and down the West Coast to Mendocino.

AK-47s, KG-9s, FN-57s, AR-15s.

Jesus.

Once our agent is inside the circle,

we'll be able to get tape on

Putlova buying and selling illegal arms.

And in one broad stroke,

we will take down the ROC

and by association, the Real IRA, and the Sons of Anarchy.

And of all this is going in Sanwa.

It's the only reason why you would want to bring me in.

Yeah, most likely, it will happen in your backyard.

But that is not the only reason

we're talking.

I checked your file,

talked to your superiors.

You have years of street time

with the local gangs and

players in Northern Cali.

We don't.

You're not here by default, sir.

You're here because you can be trusted...

And because we need you.

Count me in.

Let's get him up to speed.

Welcome, gentlemen.

I trust you are healing well?

Fine.

Just business, right?

Yes.

I'm glad we could settle all that.

It's not all settled.

You've been, uh, taking 80%

of the Irish stock for your customers up north.

And 80% of the risk as well.

We handled all the transport and storage.

Well, now it's time for that equal share scenario to kick in.

Yes, as we discussed, you'll get 50% of the hardware.

But if we continue to transport

and house the guns, we need to be compensated.

It's gonna take us a little while to set up shop.

We'll give you five percent.

That's an awful lot of risk and manpower for

just five percent.

Hey, we know how much you're making running these guns.

Don't play broken peasant with us.

Fair enough.

Five percent for the first month

and 15%, if you stay longer.

Deal.

Uh, we're gonna want to see the new merch. Get familiar with it.

I wanted to bring it here.

We got some local eyes on us.

We're hoping we could see 'em tonight.

Check out your operation.

I thought tonight was a celebration.

Yeah, we thought it'd be good cover to get away.

Mm. Of course.

I'll make sure my men are there.

Great.

So we'll see you at the party?

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Well, here's to a long

and profitable relationship.

Na Zdorovie.

Jesus Christ!

I heard you!

You're gonna take it off the goddamn hinges!

Sorry. I thought you might have

upped and died on me in there.

Well, if I did, knocking louder ain't gonna help.

Jesus, Wayne.

You told me you were gonna hire somebody to help you out.

I don't need nobody nosing around my shit.

Besides...

if you'd have called...

I might have had a chance to clean up a little bit.

Your phone's been disconnected.

Oh.

Sit.

- What? - Sit down.

Clay came home today.

You were supposed to come by.

Jesus Christ.

Was that today?

God...

I'm sorry, I... I just, uh..

I kinda lost track of time.

How are the new meds?

I don't know.

I quit taking 'em.

Wayne...

I can't afford 'em.

Coverage is shit.

I mean, all they do is make me

puke and sleep.

What's going on with you?

Just, uh...

living the dream.

Does, uh, Clay know about me and Della splitting up?

Yeah.

I don't think he's privy to

your new rock star lifestyle, however.

Right.

Noticed your plants

weren't doing so well out there.

Yeah...

Everything is just...

kinda dying on me.

Oh, shit.

I know, sweetheart.

Shit.

I know.

Dispatch, this is

SJ-19 for substation Morada.

Bobby, getting anything for Ope?

I was gonna give him cash.

How much you giving 'em?

A lot more than you,

you cheap-ass bastard.

I'm not cheap, just

mindful of excessive spending.

Dude, you re-use comdoms.

How about you, Juicy?

Giving them both ten

sessions at Clear Passages.

What?

It's he herbal colonic

and weed shop on Crestview.

I own 20%.

That is so disturbing.

Have you ever seen the contents of a lower colon?

Oh, geez...

Stop!

And you tried to take 'em out?!

They boxed us in, Luteniant.

I clipped one of 'em trying to stay with Morrow.

Were they driving the speed limit?

Maybe, at first, but then they took off.

Must've been doing 110 on 18. It was crazy.

No shit.

These guys are smart.

They'll claim that you tried to

kill 'em, that they were fleeing out of fear.

Then they'll try to sue us for assault!

Just cut 'em loose.

And the next time you try to play GTA on my watch,

I'm gonna bounce you back to park duty!

Yes, sir.

Just heard from Worski.

Sons are meeting at the warehouse tonight,

checking out the Russian operation.

MC's not wasting any time.

Should I put a team nearby, wire it up?

No, let's not risk it.

Sounds like it's just a show and tell.

Let them all get friendly.

One big happy family.

The boys are napping.

Jax, stop!

I missed you so much.

Love me.

Damn, that was fast.

Yeah, that's 'cause you're used to

speed-banging Juice in dark hallways.

Hey, don't turn what Juice and I had into

into something cheap and tawdry!

I'm sure it was sweet Puerto Rican magic.

No more time, baby.

I don't think I can handle it.

Yeah, I know.

We're gonna be all right, darling.

The Russians?

Handled.

These new guns gonna be our

golden ticket, Gem.

My finder's fee, my new percentage...

I should bank around seven figures before I'm done.

We are gonna be okay, baby.

No more killing ourselves.

I promise.

How bad are they?

The meds they gave me inside didn't do very much.

I mean, it's all right on a day like this when it's warm but...

I don't know how many winters I got left.

One, two at the most.

There's plenty we can do.

I have Tara looking into a good surgeon.

No, I ain't lettin' nobody cut me open.

I'd have to step down to recoup.

Don't make any sense.

Well, we'll just,

we'll get better meds,

keep doing the cortisone.

You got plenty of time, baby.

Yeah.

I went to see Unser.

You gotta go out there, Clay.

He needs you.

He needs this club.

What he did for us...

Stahl.

Yeah, I know.

I know.

I think we should talk about some things, Jax.

Yeah, we should talk about all the chick shit

you decked out my house in.

I'm sorry, Maxim posters and

Harley mirrors aren't really my style.

I want to talk about the boys, Jax.

About what we're gonna do.

Sounds like someone else wants a shot at those puppies.

Oh!

I'll get him.

Hey, you're supposed to be gone by now.

It's bad luck to see the bride.

Just getting my stuff.

Figured I'd wear my

clean socks on the big day.

Wow, I'm honored.

You sure you want to do this?

It's kinda late to back out now.

It's never too late to run.

I'm not running.

I'm not going away.

Like it or not, I'm part of this family.

I like it.

And I'm happy that we're

going to be adding to it.

Hey, hey...

Look.

What is this?

All right, huh?

Come on.

There you go.

Here's Mommy.

Hey, hi, sweetie.

Hey, baby.

Hi.

Want to lie down?

Here you go.

Oh, my God!

It's beautiful.

Are you...?

Yeah.

We should get married.

Really?

I mean, you want... that?

I love you, Tara.

I've loved you since I was 16.

You stayed when anyone

else would've bailed.

You've given me a beautiful son...

taken Abel on as your own.

I love you, too.

So much.

And I... I want all of that...

But...

I just...

I know this is who you are, Jax and I...

I would never try to change that-- the club, Charming.

I've learned so many things while you were away.

So have I.

And I look at Thomas

and Abel, and I...

I think, how does this work?

How...

How do they grow up in this?

- Yes. - I know.

And they're not going to.

What do you mean?

I realized you being with me it's not some kind of accident.

It sounds crazy, but I think you were put into my life to get me out, Tara

15 years ago.

And now.

I'm done with SAMCRO.

We both know, if I stay, I end up back in prison or dead.

You say that now because you just got out.

No. I've been coming to this for a while.

The bond that holds this club together isn't about love or

brotherhood anymore.

We lost that a long time ago.

It's just fear and greed now.

That's what your father said in his manuscript.

Yeah.

He wanted to get out.

JT was a coward.

He lost himself in Irish pussy

and bailed on his family.

Instead of writing about it, he should've done something.

He should've taken me and Thomas

and gotten the hell out of Charming.

Hm, well, he would've had to go through Gemma first.

Then he should've run her ass over.

I'm not my father.

I'm not weak.

How do you get out?

Clay and Gemma will never let

you just leave.

We got a good thing going with the Irish now.

It's smart, under the radar.

We'll be making big money this year.

I just gotta hang out for a while and earn.

How long?

More guns means more risk.

I don't have any skills, Tara.

I'm an okay mechanic with a GED.

The only thing I ever did well was outlaw.

I just need to make some bank,

set myself up with something...

Jax, I can go anywhere.

I make good money.

I'm not gonna live off my wife.

I can't.

Look.

Clay's hands are going;

His days are numbered.

When he steps down, he loses sway,

that's when I get out.

And Gemma...

she's just an old lady.

All this scares me.

I know. Hey.

You gotta trust me.

This is all I have been thinking about

for the last 14 months.

I'm gonna finish up with SAMCRO,

then we're gonna take our boys

and we're gonna get the hell out of here.

Start fresh somewhere.

Be a real family.

Hey.

What the hell you doing here?

Ah, I got a call.

Jed Clampett wants his front yard back.

What?

It's my new style.

Retro redneck.

Good to see you.

Good to see you, too.

I'm, um... I'm sorry

I missed your homecoming.

Aw, that's all right.

I got some beer in the fridge.

I'm good.

I heard you sold the business.

Uh...

Controlling interest.

Still get a check every month.

Enough to keep me in the, uh,

lifestyle I'm accustomed to.

I see that.

Assume you're caught up on the growth

and prosperity of our little burg?

I saw it... riding in.

Also met Wild Black Hickok.

He, uh, provided me with the

interracial shadow.

Town's upside down, Wayne.

I know.

I'm not sure which cancer's worse.

The one in me, or the one in Charming.

Well...

You rotting away out here, it ain't helpin' either one.

It don't hurt as much,

being unplugged.

Well, you're gonna have to plug yourself back in, pal,

'cause... I need you.

I ain't gonna let Hale win.

There ain't gonna be no Charming Heights.

How you gonna stop it?

Make nature take its course.

I got no idea what

the hell that means.

Other than it involves a lot of

shit and a big fan.

What do you need?

Still got access to the rental trucks?

- Yeah. - I'm gonna need one tonight.

Like, uh... catering trucks.

Something you might see around a wedding.

What's it for?

You know.

Wedding shit.

He'll be asleep soon.

I got him.

I got him.

Sweet dreams, douche bag.

How are the wrists?

A little sore.

How are yours?

Good.

♪ ♪

Congratulations.

They all here?

Yep.

It's a who's who of bad guys.

Niners, Mayans, Russians.

Love is in the air.

Keep your eye on that party, make sure it doesn't

leave the reservation.

Brothers and sisters,

we come together today under the all-seeing eye

of nature to witness the blessed

joining of Opie and Lyla.

I'd like to share with you

a blessing of the Apache.

Now you will

feel no rain, for each of you

will be shelter for the other.

Now you will feel no cold, for

you will always be warmth for

each other.

Now you will feel no loneliness,

for you will always be each

other's companion.

Now you are two persons, with

only one life before you.

May beauty and peace surround

you both in your journey ahead

and through all the years to

come.

You got

the... got the rings?

What?

With this ring, I vow

my love.

I promise to always be a

faithful and loving wife...

and old lady.

With this ring, I vow

my love.

And I promise always to cherish

and protect you.

What else?

And treat you as good

as my leather and...

Ride you as much as my Harley.

(all cheering, whooping,

applauding and laughing)

By the power invested in me by the laws of

the Wahewa and the State of

California, I pronounce you

man and wife.

Have at it.

You get a hint of a tale, you abort.

Yes, Mom.

Drink heavily for us.

Appreciate you giving

brown the nod inside.

Kept us alive while we figured

out our Russian problem.

Just protecting my interests.

Talked to our man yesterday.

All set up for tomorrow.

He should probably get

there first.

We got the local law keeping tabs.

We should be safe once we're inside.

I'll let him know.

Hey.

Let's dance.

Okay.

They call it the "Cop Killer".

It cuts through Kevlar and body

armor like soft cheese.

Very little kick.

The best wedding gift, ever.

Wait till you see Juice's gift.

You're gonna want to use that on yourself.

New hand cannon.

Thank you.

And this next song is a bride request.

Oh, I'm gonna want to play with this.

It's your party.

Ope!

Come dance with me.

Yep.

Wow!

Barely an hour, and you're already in the bowl covered in pussywhip.

Come on! It's our song.

Let's go check this shit out.

♪ I see trees of green

♪ Red roses, too

♪ I see 'em bloom

♪ For me and for you

And I think to myself... ♪

Spaceeba.

♪ What a wonderful world ♪

That's what I call a gun.

♪ ♪

♪ I see skies

♪ Of blue

♪ Clouds of white

♪ Bright blessed days

♪ Dark sacred nights

♪ And I think to myself

What a wonderful world... ♪

This is for Jax Teller.

♪ The colors of the rainbow

♪ So pretty in the sky

♪ Are also on the faces

♪ Of people going by... ♪

♪ I see friends shaking hands

♪ Saying, "How do you do?"

♪ They're really saying

"I... love... you..." ♪

Let's get these guns in the truck.

♪ ♪

Just business.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And I think to myself

♪ What a wonderful world

♪ What a wonderful world

♪ The colors of the rainbow

♪ So pretty in the sky

♪ Are also on the faces

♪ Of people going by

♪ I see friends shaking hands

♪ Saying, "How do you do?"

♪ They're really saying

"I... love... you"... ♪

This is nice.

♪ I hear babies cry ♪

Yeah.

♪ I watch them grow ♪

It's good to be home.

♪ They'll learn much more

♪ Than I'll ever know

♪ And I think to myself

♪ What a wonderful world

What a wonderful world... ♪

Sync, correction by ilse for: www.addic7ed.com