| Well, Delia, oh, Delia, Delia all my life
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| If I hadn’t shot poor Delia, I’d had her for my wife
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| Delia’s gone, one more round, Delia’s gone
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| Well, I went up to Memphis and I met Delia there
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| Found her in her parlor and I tied to her chair
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| Delia’s gone, one more round, Delia’s gone
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| She was low down and trifling, she was cold and mean
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| Kind of evil makes me wanna grab my sub machine
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| Delia’s gone, one more round, Delia’s gone
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| First time I shot her, I shot her in the side
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| It was hard to watch her suffer, with the second shot she died
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| Delia’s gone, one more round, Delia’s gone
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| But jailer, oh, jailer, jailer, I can’t sleep
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| 'Cause all around my bedside, I hear the patter of Delia’s feet
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| Delia’s gone, one more round, Delia’s gone
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| So if your woman’s devilish, you can let her run
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| You can bring her down and do her like Delia got done
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| Delia’s gone, one more round, Delia’s gone
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| Delia’s gone, one more round, Delia’s gone |