New Lost City Ramblers version of Louisville Burglar:

Raised up in Louisville, a city you all know well,
Raised up by honest parents the truth to you I'll tell,
Raised up by honest parents and raised most tenderly
Till I became a burglar at the age of twenty-three.

My character was taken and I was sent to jail
My parents found it all in vain to get me out on bail
The jury found me guilty, the clerk he wrote it down
The judge he passed the sentence and sent me to Frankfort town.

They put me on an eastbound train one cold December day
And as I passed the station I could hear those people say
"Yonder goes the burglar for some great crime I know
For some great crime or other to Frankfort town must go".

I saw my aged father a-pleading at the bar
I saw my dear old mother a-dragging out her hair
Dragging out those old grey locks, the tears were streaming down
Sh, "My son, what have you done to be sentenced to Frankfort town?"

I have a girl in Louisville, a girl that I love well, 
If ever I get my liberty, long life with her I'll dwell
If ever I get my libertybad company I will shun
Playing cards and gambling and also drinking rum.

To you who have your liberty, pray keep it while you can
Don't walk about the streets at night or break the laws of man
For if you do, you surely will, you'll find yourself like me,
Serving out your twenty-one years in the state penitentiary.