Delias Gone

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Delia, oh, Delia 
A 
Delia all my life 
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If I hadn‘t have shot poor Delia 
B7 E 
I‘d-a had her for my wife 
A D A 
Delia‘s gone, one more round 
E A 
Delia‘s gone 
 
 
I went up to Memphis 
And I met Delia there 
Found her in her parlor 
And I tied to her 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 make 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 
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 my bedside 
I hear the patter of Delia‘s feet 
Delia‘s gone, one more round 
Delia‘s gone 
 
So if you 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