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| Delia, | oh D | elia, | Delia all my life |
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| If I h | adn't-a shot poor Delia, I'd have | had her for my | wife |
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| Delia's go | ne, o | ne more r | ound, | Delia's | gone |
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| I went up to M | emphis, and I | met Delia the | re |
| D | Bm | E | |
| Found her in her parlor, and I | tied her to her ch | air |
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| Delia's go | ne, o | ne more r | ound, | Delia's | gone |
| She was low-down and travellin', 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 |
| 'Cuz 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 |
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| Delia's g | one, o | ne more r | ound, D | elia's gone |