| Lyrics: | 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 |
