Delia, oh, Delia Delia all my life
If I hadn´t have shot poor
Delia I´d have 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 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