Here are the words to Callahan's version of Rounders Luck. The best I can figure them out. The place where I really had trouble is in ().

ROUNDER'S LUCK
(Rising Sun Blues)
from Homer (Bill) Callahan's 1935 Matrix recording

The only thing that a rounder wants
Is a suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he is on a drunk.

He'll (loft) those glasses to the brim
Let the drinks go merrily round
We'll drink to the health of the rounder poor boy
Who hobos from town to town.

My Mother she's a seamstress.
She cuts and sews them jeans.
My Daddy he's a gambling man.
He gambles in New Orleans.

Oh Mama, mama how could you go
And treat that rounder so cold.
(For he's a rounder for all his strife)
And to wear your crown of gold.

Theres a place down in New Orleans
That's called the Rising Sun.
Where many poor boy (to judgment have gone)
And me oh lord for one.

O tell my youngest brother
Not to do what I have done
And to shun that place down in New Orleans
That's called the Rising Sun.

I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run.
Gonna spend the rest of my weekly pay
Beneath that Rising Sun.