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(dramatic music)

(creatures chirping)

(footsteps thudding)

(creature growling)

(gun banging)

- You must have government.

And the history of the
human race has demonstrated,

needing it or not, we
are prone to have some.

What you must do is
guard that it does not

impinge upon these
rights which pre-date it.

The villain is not your
next door neighbor,

it's the authority in your town.

(dramatic music)

- Check.

- Call.

- How about you, cowboy?

* Where the soil's
just so right *

(indistinct singing)

- Fucking fold, son of a bitch.

- I remember you.

Didn't we meet at that
place near Winstar?

The one with all the naked
paintings on the wall and shit?

- Roosevelt's.

- Roosevelt's, that's it.

Sam, a little surprised
to see you back at it

after that blood bath.

- Yeah, well.

- You look different though.

You had less hair back
then and it was real short,

you know, like a cop.

- Are we here to
play cards or just

talk like a bunch of
fucking schoolgirls?

You know, I can always go home
and watch the Rangers lose.

- Playing with an Indian?

- That's right.

That is one Comanche I would
not want to be chasing down.

- I've got to make
a phone call, boys.

Good luck.

- That's an outrage.

The libertarians don't
support communication

and Thomas Jefferson.

Now see, it's one
of those things

if you say it fast enough, it
makes a great deal of sense.

And since reporters
are usually lazy

(phone ringing)

and will take the spoon
feeding, which is given them,

particularly when the
individual doing the feeding.

He just said, oh, that's right.

Printed it as if it
were gospel truth.

- Hello.

- And went on
about the business.

Neither of the reporters-

- Stay off your phone.

I'm on my way.

And never read Jefferson
on public education.

(intense music)

- Thanks for coming.

- What I tell you about
talking on the telephone?

I spoke to the Indian.

He said you're still
going to be short.

- How short?

- 30 plus the points.

That will be an extra 6.

- $36,000?

- What did you think
it was going to be?

- I don't know. God damn it.

Something less than
that. Fucking 30, 20.

- It's not.

- How much time do I got?

- God dang it, man.

Are you seriously asking
me that right now?

Suck it up, dude, and be a man.

Pay your debt.

It's that simple.

- I can get you 10 by Friday.

- Jessup, 10 looks bad, OK?

10 is, 10 is way too low.

Are you back at the tables?

Please tell me you're
not back at the tables.

- You think I need that
heat right now, all right?

I'm not back at
the fucking tables.

Now listen, I called you
because I got something.

I got something big.

I wrote some things down.

Think you can help me get
my hands on that shit?

- Jesus Christ, man.

Who are you going
to war with now?

- It's just a precaution.

But you gotta give me a week
to get my ducks in a row.

Then I'll get the money.

I'll get you all of it.

- Jessup, you know
better than anybody,

that's not how the
Indian works, OK?

Once your name goes
down in that book,

it stays in it forever.

- Can you do this or not?

- Three hours.

I'll meet you behind
the apartment.

- All right. See you then.

- Stay off your phone.

(dramatic music)

- Ricky.

- Mitchell.

What are you, what
are you doing here?

- I came to see an old friend.

- Hey, I'm done with all that.

I haven't placed a bet
in over six months.

I work behind a desk now.

My family-

- Would you like me to come back

when you leave for your family?

- What do you want from me?

- Take it.

Read it.

- I can't do that.

- You will do it.

Or I will come back and
burn this motherfucker down.

Do you understand me?

Nice.

This one's a little
bit more compact.

But you know what,

I don't need to be
getting in your business.

I just, I need to make sure this

isn't going to come back at me.

- It won't.

- Yeah, but how do I
know that for sure?

- Ricky, it's not
my first rodeo.

You know, hold on.

This is for your trouble, OK?

Oh, hold on one second.

I have one question for you.

Look at me.

Are you OK with getting
up every single morning,

jumping in this
little family minivan,

driving your happy ass to work
and sitting behind a desk?

Because to me, that's not you.

- It pays the bills so-

- Pays the bills.

Where's that other
voice that I'm used to?

- Man, it pays
the fucking bills.

What do you think?

(chuckling)

- That's it.

That's the one.

That one looks
good on you, Ricky.

You need to keep that one.

That's the one.

I'd go to war with
you with that face on.

- Nice.

- It's not a charity, man.

This stuff cost me
just over two bets.

- $1,000?

- Yep.

Everything in here,
nothing is traceable.

What?

You don't have
that kind of cash?

- Lying around, no.

- Then we got to get
on top of the points.

That or you can let me
in on your big play.

Your choice.

- Big enough to buy my
way out of this shit.

Both of us if it's done right.

Got a guy that can get us in.

Snatch and grab, simple.

Why doesn't this guy
cash it in himself?

He's not that kind of guy.

Jessup, man, what kind of
guy are we talking about?

Guys like us.

I'm listening.

I said I'm listening.

Let's take a ride.

You're driving.

Don't smoke in my car.

(water splashing)

(dramatic music)

What's wrong?

Just give me a second.

I thought you said
the key was safe, man.

It is. God damn it.

All good?

Yeah, we're in.

I've got to get the power.

Which room are we going to, man?

Upstairs, last room on the left.

(dramatic music)

Are you sure there's
no one else here?

Not for another week.

This girl takes 14 days.

OK.

Take this downstairs
and wait for me there.

Wait, how are you
going to handle this?

You got her cell phone OK.

There's no landline
from what I can tell.

She can't call the cops.

30 minutes is all you
said you need, yeah?

Theoretically yes.

What if she's got a fucking
weapon in there, a fucking

gun or something.

Damn it, murder was
not part of the plan.

It was just kidnapping, man.

Will you lower
your fucking voice.

Jesus Christ, you can kidnap
somebody in their own house.

Grandfather's house.

Yeah, I know that.

Same difference, man.

It's only breaking and entering

unless we take her somewhere.

Go downstairs.

Wait for me there.

We find that walk away cash.

We gotta get the
fuck out of here.

Good?

Hey, what did I say about
talking on the phone?

No password.

Who does that?

What?

She's a mute.

She's a what?

Oh God, man.

She doesn't talk, Jessup.

You're messing with me.

Man, if you box me in on
this, so help me God, man.

The money is here.

The money is here.

We just have to get her to
tell us, that's all, all right?

Do what you do best.

Scare the shit out of her.

She better tell us.

Lilly Waltman, is there
a reason you won't

answer my partner's questions?

Man, this is pointless.

Now if I gave you
something to write with,

could you write it down for me?

Now the only way no
one's going to get hurt

is that if you cooperate,
do you understand?

What did she say?

The police are coming.

I suggest you leave.

Let's try this again.

I want you to write
down the exact location

of your grandfather's money.

Write.

What did she say?

Oh, we intend to.

We just don't know where it is.

But I have it on good
authority that you do.

Is there a safe?

Anything.

All you have to do is us
in the right direction

and we disappear like that.

Oh, I got that one.

Did you get that one?

Yeah, real funny.

Tie her back up.

Give me your hand. Put it there.

You got 45 minutes to jog
your memory or else your night

gets a hell of a lot worse.

Otherwise, I'm going to come
in and shoot you in the face.

I'm done with this girl.

God, in there.

He's alive.

What happens now?

We make her tell us where it is.

And when she does, that's
when we gotta be careful, OK?

She can never get
out of this house.

As a matter of
fact, she can never

think she's getting
out of this house.

Are we going to kill her?

No, not just yet.

We'll give her the
45 to clear her head.

And if she ain't
playing ball still,

we move her ass to the barn.

Barn?

We know he's out
there right now.

Way more motivation at the barn.

I don't think it's a good idea
to bring her in here, man.

Well, what do you suggest?

We leave?

How does that play out
when the Indian gets here?

No one has to die, Mitchell.

Nobody is going to die.

Please have the balls to
follow through with this, man.

Think about it.

If you were her
right now, how long

could you play the stupid
game she's playing?

Fucking pathetic, man.

We press her ass
until she cracks.

Let me have it.

It's leverage, let me have it.

It's been 45 minutes.

Good, go get her.

I'll wait down here.

What is this?

What is this?

You called it in?

You're gonna tell
me where it is.

Do you understand me?

God damn you.

Do you understand what's
going to happen to you?

Do you have any idea
what he's going to do

to you down there?

Please, please, please, please.

Please, you fucking idiot.

Hello.

Seems a little unnecessary you
not being about talk and all.

I was curious though,
can a mute girl scream?

Hm?

What do you think?

You think she can scream?

I can't stand these
uncomfortable silences.

Lilly.

Your grandfather was
a financial backer

of a group of
marijuana smugglers

who operated in the United
States in the 1970s.

He owned a small fleet
of shrimping boats out

of Port Arthur.

Now each week he'd commission
round trips from South Texas

to Columbia.

Rumor has it they brought in
over 106 tons of marijuana

in just two years.

They call themselves
the cowboy mafia.

But when one of the
boats was seized,

your grandfather was
convicted on 10 counts

of racketeering and interstate
commerce violations.

But he was a Texas
Ranger, did you know that?

So he only did five years
and he got out clean.

He died three days ago.

The feds claimed what
they could from the ranch.

Now Lilly, I know you
don't own six ranches,

a welding supply company,
oil and gas holdings,

without having a healthy
stash of ransom money

hidden somewhere safe.

This is where you come in.

You either tell me
where he hid the money

or I'm going to drill a
fucking hole through your bone

into the other side of
this god damn chair.

You got me?

Can you hear me now?

Huh?

We spoke to your brother.

He says you know
the exact location.

Are you ready to talk?

Here you go.

Write that shit down.

You've got five seconds.

Start writing.

5, 4, 3, 2-

That a girl.

That wasn't so bad.

I don't understand.

Which part?

That this job was total
bullshit or you had bad intel?

Hey, my information was good.

Her brother is dead.

You're talking to the wrong guy.

Look, man, I like
you, I always have.

And I agreed to come in on this.

But 50% of nothing,
man, is nothing.

How is this going to look when
the Indian gets here and sees

me knee deep in this bullshit?

It's not going to be good.

You clean this mess up
yourself, all right?

The guns and supplies
are on the house.

You're right.

It wasn't your
idea, it was mine.

My debt.

My idea to take her hostage.

But it was also my
idea to take a boy

I trusted, a brother
to set us up for life.

Guess that all is bullshit,
the money, the fucking books,

the fucking Indian.

I can own that.

But what I cannot walk
away from is knowing

there's a fortune out here
on this land, $80 million.

Think about it.

All right.

What was his name,
this so-called brother?

He goes by Brady.

He's a squirrelly
looking fucker who

works at the security firm
that got us in the front door.

There's no Brady in here, man.

I mean, why would he lie?

I don't know.

Look, she doesn't
tell us where it is

by the time I get back,

I'm going to bury a
slug in her ear, OK?

Where the fuck you going?

Handle it.

I'll be back.

When I was a kid, my family
used to make these trips

down the shore.

There was this
bridge along the way.

And you always
knew you got close

because the air would change.

I would start smelling the salt.

Anyway, my father, he'd always
drive and he'd make us listen

in this '80s radio
station of his.

And we all hated it
as kids growing up.

Well, now I like it.

There was this song,

"Don't Know What You Got Till
It's Gone" by Cinderella.

Have your heard of it?

I didn't think so.

When I sit here
and I look at you,

and I just think about
the words to that song.

Don't know what you
got till it's gone.

Don't know what it
is I did so wrong.

Kind of sounds like
you and I, doesn't it?

You losing your voice.

And me just being the way I am.

Tonight is not going
to go very well for you

if you don't tell me
where that money is,

do you understand me?

Now write it down.

This is not true.

You heard my partner said.

Did you not hear him?

Walk away money buried
somewhere out here.

And your grandfather was
not the type of person

to put it in the bank.

I mean, if you
don't know where it

is like you say you don't,
then he must have left a will,

correct?

Correct?

Write it.

Tell me where it is.

Write.

Now I'm sorry about this.

I didn't want to hurt you.

If that money is
found and that will

is where you say it is, then
you'll be free as a bird

by tomorrow, all right?

You changed your hair.

I wonder why.

I was looking over this will.

There's not much of a
family left, is there?

Who is Giordana?

His coke dealing whore mistress.

That's lovely.

Does she know anything?

What about your mother?

Did you ever talk about your
grandfather's money with her?

Did she never mention anything?

Do you ever talk to your
mother about anything,

good point.

So that's it then.

One of Texas's wealthiest
drug smugglers dies.

The state takes
most of his assets,

the ones they know about.

And the granddaughter and
the mistress get the rest.

Any chance the old man buried
the money on the property?

Think, property lines,
maps of the ranch.

You know he's keeping
this shit somewhere safe.

What about his office?

Are they there?

Lithium pills.

You're bipolar.

My sister used to
take the same ones.

(dramatic music)

Fuck.

Did you find him?

In the trunk.

Wait.

Did she talk yet?

There's a will.

There was nothing
in it about money.

You're going to search on
foot, it's over 500 acres, man.

Well, you got a
better fucking idea?

It's safe to say
your buddy here isn't

related to the strong
silent type in the barn.

Oh yeah, the Indian called.

He's turned the hourglass
over on this thing, man.

He's going to be here
in less than 24 hours.

I'm sorry.

You told him?

Yeah.

I intend on living past tonight.

(gun banging)

Put it down.

No way, man.

You first.

Think about it.

If I wanted you dead,

you never would have
gotten the shot off.

Put it down.

You have trouble
finding that thing?

It was where you
said it was going

to be at, under the spare.

It looks like he
roughed you up a little.

Yeah, roughed me up
a little bit more

than what you said he would.

Well, you were supposed
to go willingly.

Didn't you get my text?

What did I say about
being on the phone, man?

Yeah.

Yeah, drives like a maniac too.

Yeah, I know.

What are we going
to do with the body?

We'll strip him down,
put him in the trunk,

and bury the rest.

What about his ride?

We'll get rid of
it after we're done

like nothing ever happened.

All right.

Did you find the money?

No.

You didn't tell me
the girl was a mute.

What, she couldn't hear?

She can't talk, asshole.

How the hell was I
supposed to know that?

I'm a security guy.

Just shut the fuck up and
help get him in the trunk.

All right, then we'll
pull the car around front.

How are doing to do that?

Come on, man. I need
your fucking help.

Look how big he is, God damn it.

I know.

One, two.

OK.

Is it just me or
you think a big guy

like that would have a
bigger nut sack, huh?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Huh, just saying.

Are you done?

Yeah.

That too.

Anything else?

Oh, the girls phone.

Oh yeah?

Check for nudes.

In the fucking hole.

Hey man, she's hot.

Shut up.

You need to lighten up.

Have you ever fuck
a midget before?

Shut up.

It's fucking crazy.

What?

We need to talk about how
we're going to fix this.

I did my job, pal.

I got you in here, right?

Yeah. Thanks a lot, Brady.

I really appreciate it.

But nothing's worked out
the way you planned it.

Don't you get that?

Hey, if you mind, I'm
going do wipe my ass.

Are you going to stare at me?

Oh my gosh.

I thought you said she
can write, had to tell you

that way.

She doesn't know
where the money is.

Oh, that's bullshit, man.

She's lying.

It's not that easy to make $80
million disappear like that.

I know that.

It's a lot of fucking money.

Damn straight it is.

And we're going to split it
50/50, like you said, right?

I mean, that's what you said.

You said I get you in the
house, we take out the redneck,

and we split the dough.

- I know what I said.
- Am I right?

I know what I said.

OK, I'm not arguing
with you about that.

But half of no money
is nothing, Brady.

Where the hell is she now?

God, you stink so bad.

I feel a lot better
though, I'll tell you that.

(dramatic music)

Hey, hey, should we wear a mask?

She's blindfolded and
she's scared shitless.

What are we going to do to her?

I've walked every square
inch of this property.

I don't have a clue
where to start.

All I know is we got 24 hours.

So we've got to get her to talk.

What's happening in 24 hours?

You don't want to know.

Yeah, I do.

I want to know what's
happening in 24 hours.

That guy you buried,
the man that he

works for isn't going to care
about money we don't have.

He'll kill us both.

Both?

Wait a minute,
pal, this your gig.

I'm just helping you out.

In and out, you know.

50/50 right?

Right.

Shit.

What?

She's fucking
bleeding, that's what.

OK, so?

She wasn't bleeding when I left.

OK.

I found the property
deeds and the maps

in your grandfather's office.

And I took one long walk
around this fucking place.

And I'm no closer to finding
what I came here for.

Now there's a new
player on board.

And he's going to
be here real soon.

He's not going to care
about what happened here.

He's not going to care
about the money or any

of that other shit.

He's here to take my blood.

And he's not going to
leave any witnesses.

Do you understand me?

So now it's time to
stop pretending and do

the only thing that's
going to save your life,

the only thing that's
going to save our lives.

Yes, damn straight.

And that's to tell me where
that fucking money is.

Do you understand me?

Untie her right hand.

Get her the pen.

Hm?

What?

Wait.

She stabbed me.

Is it bad?

Jesus Christ.

Oh my God.

Sorry, brother.
(gun banging)

You.

You.

You are going to tell
me where that money is.

Do you understand me?

Do you understand me?

Do you understand?

You're going to write it.

Take this fucking pen
and put it to the paper

and you write it down now.

Or I swear to God,
the next one's

to be in your fucking head.

Copper Bill?

What is that?

No, no, you tell me what it is.

You tell me where it is.

You tell me now.

Do you understand me?

Three, two, fucking pen.

We both know this
isn't a horse stable,

but I'm believing you.

So what I want you
to do with your head,

I want you to show me where
they stalled Copper Bill.

Show me where they
kept that damn horse.

Yeah?

You're sure?

Damn it.

Damn it.

Asshole.

Ugh.

Son of a bitch.

God damn it.

God damn it.

Mother fucker.

Fuck.

Are you fucking with me, girl?

Fuck.

Oh God.

Let's take you and
get you cleaned up.

But you've seen my face.

That changes things.

We've got to go get rid
of that body in the barn.

Come on.

(dramatic music)

(footsteps thudding)

(intense dramatic music)

(music ends)

When me and my
sister were kids, we

used to always dream
about growing up

in a place like this.

We were broke as shit.

We couldn't have been more
apart even though we were twins.

By the time I was getting
out of rehab the first time,

she was already a year
out of law school.

That's when I got the
call sheet on her cell.

Should have been me, I guess.

For her to do something,

to do something like that,

and to think all
these things about me

right here to your
doorstep, looking

for your grandfather's money.

Shit.

I don't know why I'm telling
you all this, I'm just tired.

But I don't want to
see you get hurt.

If I can get us out
of this, can you

promise not to jam me
up on the other end?

Good.

He's here.

Ah!

Don't you move.

Don't you move.

Do you want to
live through this?

Do you want to
live through this?

Because he's going
to kill us both.

So you do exactly as I say.

Sh.

Walk, walk.

Good afternoon, ma'am.

I was driving past looking
for the driver of that car.

A friend of mine who drives
that same make and model

has gone missing.

I was wondering if you
can help me find him.

Ma'am?

You don't speak?

And the car?

Sorry to bother you.

Thank you.

If you change your mind
about seeing our friend,

I won't be far.

Pack a bag right now.

Move.

Hurry, move.

Where are you?

We don't have much time.

All right, that's enough.

Come on, move.

Stay right here, OK?

When I say three,
you run to that car

and you don't stop until
you get to that charger.

Do you understand me?

Do you understand?

All right, ready, 1, 2, 3, go.

Move, move, move.

Move, move, go, go.

Move.

What are you doing?

If you stay here, he's
going to kill you.

I'm leaving in 3, 2-

Come on, piece of shit.

Gun out.

Slowly.

Girl out.

Walk slowly to the
front of the car.

Stop, on your knees.

Cross them.

Hands above your head
and keep them there.

Now you.

You have some explaining to do.

I can get your money, man.

I know where the money is, man.

Hey.

Hey.

Can you move?

Yeah.

Don't become.

(speaking in foreign language)

We can't fucking understand you.

I can help you with that.

Looks like I missed out
on a little bit of fun.

Mitchell.

What he said was he
wouldn't mind killing you.

Nobody want to see
somebody so pretty

get split in half,
especially me.

But that's just a loose
translation, of course.

Who the fuck is Mr. Rogers here?

There are no more innocent
people left on this earth,

just different levels
of responsibilities.

Take our Indian friend
here, he works for me now.

What?

Mitchell didn't
tell you about that?

That old kook.

He thought just because I
drive a minivan that I forgot

where I left my ball sack.

I don't have your money, man.

I don't have your money.

30 grand, I lost it.

You fucking gambled
with our money?

Half of it.

I thought I could win
it back and I fucked up.

Mitchell said you shot the cash.

It's all gone, chief.

So you just killed him?

I had to have him help
me pull the job off.

There's money out here
hidden on this ranch.

Cowboy mafia legend, it's true.

Mitchell came in on it with me.

And this one, she can't
talk so we don't know

where the goddamn money is.

And here we are.

Well, I am a business man.

So how much are we
talking about here?

80 million cash.

And you don't really
know where it is, do you?

She's fucking lying, boss.

With the cutting horse,
goes by Copper Bill.

The money is supposedly
buried with it.

You find that horse,
you find that money.

Cutting horse.

I remember overhearing a
story this foreigner was

telling in Vegas.

This foreigner was
talking about taking

cutting horses and packing
their asses full of drugs

and shipping them up
from South America.

And when they get here,
they cut out their anus

to make it easier to
pull the drugs out.

He said it was messy and
a lot of animals bled out.

Fuck me running, that
gives me a great idea.

Give me that knife.

(metal clanging)

Ugh, motherfucker.

You tell me where the
money is right now

or I'm going to slice this
fucker's asshole open right

in front of you.

Don't tell him
anything, God damn it.

If we kill him, there's
no need for you anymore.

Don't trust him.

He'll kill you anyway.

You shut the fuck up.

You got a serious
decision to make.

So what's it going to be?

The money or his blood?

The pad.

Give her the fucking pad.

She'll write it down.

God damn it.

Fuck.

Damn bonds.

Fucking asshole.

(intense music)

Like I said, I'm a business man.

Here, find that.

And dispose of him quickly.

All right, I've got to go.

Movie night tonight.

Here it is.

You have an hour.

Are you sure about this?

I said dig.

Fucker.

It's all fucking rock.

Fucking stones.

You don't fucking get it.

Fuck this. Fuck it.

Fuck you.

I'm not doing it, chief.

You're going to
have to shoot me.

Dig.

You motherfucker.

You Indians never
understood a cowboy.

What the hell is that?

Who else is here?

No one.

It's just us three.

He's lying.

I honestly wasn't expecting
the cell phone to go off.

I assume you buried it
with your friend's body?

You can talk.

One sec, was that a question?

What the fuck?

Yeah, OK, not being able
to talk and not talking

are two very different things.

You see, you and
your friend just

didn't push hard enough is all.

Pick up the shovel,
keep digging.

I wasn't lying about the money.

He didn't bury it all there.

There's enough
underneath your feet

to make anyone comfortable for
the rest of their God given

natural lives.

So that's your plan, have
me help you find the money.

Dig it up and then what?

You shoot me?

Yeah.

It's kind of convenient you're
digging a hole, isn't it?

I don't understand.

People died here.

When I was 7, I fell off my
grandfather's favorite horse,

Copper Bill.

I only lost partial hearing.

But I was able to
convince my family

that the accident affected
me enough to turn me mute.

I spent all my summers here,
learning sign language,

learning how,

how, learning how not to speak.

Most importantly, I
learned to be alone.

I'm more alone than someone
like you could ever imagine.

Why?

My grandfather kept secrets.

You see, he never trusted
anyone who liked to talk,

because he always thought
they were the weakest.

So I stayed quiet.

He'd tell me things he'd
never tell another soul.

Because he assumed I couldn't
speak, so who would I tell?

And that's how I
learned about the money,

money the feds couldn't
even find, money

that was stashed away with the
horse that changed my life.

Changed your life?

Never speaking to another
person for 18 years.

When I was young, I remember
how people would act

towards me.

Some assume you're
stupid, you're

just doing it for attention.

But this was a choice.

It cost you your life.

It cost me everything.

It cost me my family.

It cost me a shot at a normal
fucking life until today.

Was it worth it?

What do you think?

Look around you.

Look at what it made you give.

You know what?

You're a free man right now.

I've done you a favor you
couldn't possibly repay.

How about showing
a little gratitude?

Gratitude?

I had to kill two
men to get here.

Who's free of that?

You put that on
yourself by coming here.

It's not my problem.

So keep digging.

No.

Do it, or I'll shoot you.

No.

You want the money?

Dig the hole yourself.

Fine.

(gun banging)

(gurgling)

(body thumping)

(water splashing)

(dramatic music)

How much did you get?

Enough.

That's my girl.

Your chariot awaits.

* Where the soil is
west side story *

* Where the soil
is just all right *

* Where the soil is
west side story *

* Where the soil
is just all right *

* Amen

(soft harmonica music)

* It's just all right

* Just all right

* Where the soil is
west side story *

* Where the soil
is just all right *

* Where the soil is
west side story *

* Where the soil is just
all right, all right *

* Just all right

* Just all right

* Where the soil
is just all right *

* Where the soil
is just all right *