Delia's Gone

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 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