Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Delia, artist - Blind Willie McTell. Date of issue: 11.03.2010
Song language: English
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» |