Bob Dylan - Going to New Orleans 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