| Delia’s gone, one more round
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| Delia’s gone, one more round
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| Delia’s gone, one more round
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| Dellia’s gone
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| Woke up this mornin'. |
| Looked out 'cross the room. |
| Delia, oh Delia,
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| why did you leave me so soon?
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| Delia’s gone, one more round
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| Delia’s gone, one more round
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| Delia’s gone, one more round
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| Dellia’s gone
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| Police was a-knockin', knockin' at my door. |
| He said, «Son, I got to tell you,
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| you ain’t gonna see your Delia no more.»
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| Delia’s gone, one more round
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| Delia’s gone, one more round
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| Delia’s gone, one more round
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| Dellia’s gone
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| Delia in the wagon headin' for marble town. |
| So all of those who loved her,
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| sing it one more round
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| Delia’s gone, one more round
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| Delia’s gone, one more round
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| Delia’s gone, one more round
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| Dellia’s gone |