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Delia, oh, Delia
Delia all my life
If I hadnt have shot poor Delia
I´d have had her for my wife
Delias 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
Delias 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
Delias 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
Delias 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 Delias feet
Delias 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
Delias gone, one more round, Delia´s gone



Delia´s gone  -  Johnny Cash