| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan (arr)
Delia was a gambling girl, gambled all around,
Delia was a
gambling girl, she laid her money down.
All the friends I ever had are gone.
Delia's
dear ol' mother took a trip out West,
When she returned, little Delia gone to rest.
All
the friends I ever had are gone.
Delia's daddy weeped, Delia's momma
moaned,
Wouldn't have been so bad if the poor girl died at home.
All the friends I ever
had are gone.
Curtis' looking high, Curtis' looking low,
He shot poor Delia down
with a cruel forty-four.
All the friends I ever had are gone.
High up on the
housetops, high as I can see,
Looking for them rounders, looking out for me.
All the
friends I ever had are gone.
Men in Atlanta, tryin' to pass for white,
Delia's in
the graveyard, boys, six feet out of sight.
All the friends I ever had are
gone.
Judge says to Curtis, "What's this noise about?"
"All about them rounders,
Judge, tryin' to cut me out."
All the friends I ever had are gone.
Curtis said to
the judge, "What might be my fine?"
Judge says, "Poor boy, you got ninety-nine."
All the
friends I ever had are gone.
Curtis' in the jail house, drinking from an old tin
cup,
Delia's in the graveyard, she ain't gettin' up.
All the friends I ever had are
gone.
Delia, oh Delia, how can it be?
You loved all them rounders, never did love
me.
All the friends I ever had are gone.
Delia, oh Delia, how can it be?
You
wanted all them rounders, never had time for me.
All the friends I ever had are gone |
