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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

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