Lyrics:

I'm goin' down to New Orleans, baby, behind the rising sun
Goin' down to New Orleans, baby, behind the rising sun
Lord, I've just found out, my trouble has just begun

Oh, went to see a gypsy woman, have my fortune told
Went to see that gypsy woman, have my fortune told, have my fortune told
She said: 'You're a good boy, Bobby. Man, you just got a bad luck soul.'

I got a 32 special built on a cross of wood
I got a 32 special built on a cross of wood
I got a 38-20 well, it's twice as good

I'm goin' down to New Orleans, mama, with my hat in my hand
Goin' down to New Orleans, mama, with my hat in my hand
Now, I hate to leave you, but you just don't understand

I'm goin' down to New Orleans, baby, behind the rising sun
Goin' down to New Orleans, baby, behind the rising sun
Lord, I've just found out, my trouble has just begun