Delia, oh Delia
Delia all my life
If I hadn´t of 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
I met Delia there
Found her in her parlour
And I tied her to her chair
Delia´s gone
One more round
Delia´s gone

She was low-down and trifling
She was cold and mean
Kind of woman that make me
Want to grab my sub-machine
Delia´s gone
One more round
Delia´s gone

First time I shot her
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 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