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Delia, oh, Delia   Delia all my life
If I hadn't shot poor Delia, I'd've had her for my wife
Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone

I went up to Memphis, I met Delia there
I found her in her parlor and I tied her to a chair
Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone

She was low down and trifling and she was cold and mean
Kind of evil made me want to grab my sub machine
Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone

First time I shot her, I shot her in the side
It was hard to watch her suffer, with the second shot she died
Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone

Jailer, oh, jailer   Jailer, I can't sleep
'Cause all around my 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