[Morgan] Hey. Hey, boy! Oh, you’re fine. You are fine. Hey. Hey, come here. You… are alive.
There is… a house… in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I’m one. [Instrumental] My mother was a tailor! She sewed my new blue jeans! My father was a gamblin’ man! Down in New Orleans Continue Reading
It’s time for some equestrian jumping. I’m in good company. Keep the rails high. And of course, don’t refuse, or evade.