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Delia, oh Delia, Delia all my life
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If I hadn't o' shot poor Delia
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I'd o' had her for my wife
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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