Delia

Delia Delia how can it be

You love that old rounder but you don't love me

Well that's one more rounder gone

Delia Delia sitting all around

Some of your old rounders gonna pay my way back home

Sitting on the housetop high as I can see

You love that old rounder but you don't love me

Delia's poor mother took a trip out West

When she returned Delia lyin' in rest

Delia's mother wept Delia's father moaned

They'd have wanted their poor child to die at home

Rubber tired buggy two seated hack

Took Delia to the graveyard never brought her back

Kenny lookin' high Kenny lookin' low

Shot poor Delia with that hated 44

Delia Delia wouldn't take no one's advice

Last words I heard her say were Jesus Christ

Judge said to Kenny Here's a natural fact：

You going to wait in jail till Delia come back

Kenny's in the basement drinking from a silver cup

Delia's in the graveyard never come back up

Kenny said to judge What's the fuss about

Just that no good woman trying to put me out