Delia's Gone

Delia, oh, Delia
 Delia all my life
 If I hadn't a-shot poor Delia
 I'd a-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 triflin'
 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 the 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