If I hadn't shot poor Delia, I'd had her for my wife
Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone
Well, 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, she was cold and mean
Kind of evil makes me wanna grab my sub machine
Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone
First time I shot her, I shot her in the side
It was hard to watch her suffer, 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
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
Well, Delia, oh, Delia, Delia all my life If I hadn't shot poor Delia, I'd had her for my wife Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone Well, 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, she was cold and mean Kind of evil makes me wanna grab my sub machine Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone First time I shot her, I shot her in the side It was hard to watch her suffer, 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 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 Explain Request ×
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