Delia's Gone

Delia, oh, Delia

Delia all my life

If I hadn't 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 her 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 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