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Delia, oh Delia
Delia all my life
If I hadn't of 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
Johnny Cash
Delia's gone
One more round
Delia's gone
She was lowdown 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
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 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