Delia

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 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 submachine

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