Delia, oh, Delia Delia all my life If I hadn`t have shot poor Delia I`d have had her for my wife Delia`s gone, one more round Delia`s gone
I went up to Memphis And I met Delia there Found her in her parlor And I tied to her chair Delia`s gone, one more round Delia`s gone
She was low down and trifling And she was cold and mean Kind of evil make me want to Grab my sub machine Delia`s gone, one more round Delia`s gone
First time I shot her I shot her in the side Hard to watch her suffer But with the second shot she died Delia`s gone, one more round Delia`s gone
But jailer, oh, jailer Jailer, I can`t sleep `Cause all around my bedside I hear the patter of Delia`s feet Delia`s gone, one more round Delia`s gone
So if you woman`s devilish You can let her run Or you can bring her down and do her Like Delia got done Delia`s gone, one more round Delia`s gone
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