Delia's Gone

Delia, oh Delia

Delia all my life

If I hadn't have shot poor Delia

I'd a had her for my wife



Delia's gone

one more round

Delia's gone



I went up to Memphis

And I me Delia there

Found her in her parlour

And I tied her to her chair



Delia's gone

one more round

Delia's gone



She was low down and, triflin

She was cold and mean

Kind of evil make me

Want to grab my sub-mochine



Delia's gone

one more round

Delia's gone



First time I shot her

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 cant sleep

Cause all around the bedside

I hear the patter of Delia's feet



Delia's gone

one more round

Delia's gone



So if your 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



Delia's gone

one more round

Delia's gone