Delta Dawn

Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on,

Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?

And did I hear you say he was a-meeting you here today,

To take you to his mansion in the sky?



She's forty-one and her daddy still calls her "baby".

*All* the folks around Brownsville say she's crazy,

'Cause she walks downtown with a suitcase in her hand,

Looking for a mysterious dark-haired man



In her younger days they called her Delta Dawn.

Prettiest woman you ever laid eyes on.

Then a man of low degree stood by her side,

An he promised her he'd take her for his bride.



Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on,

Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?

And did I hear you say he was a-meeting you here today,

To take you to his mansion in the sky?



Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on,

Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?

And did I hear you say he was a-meeting you here today,

To take you to his mansion in the sky?



Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on,

Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?

And did I hear you say he was *meeting* you here today,

To take you to his mansion in the sky?



Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on,

Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?

And did I hear you say he was a-meeting you here today,

To take you to his mansion in the sky?