Delia's gone

Delia oh Delia Delia all my life If I hadn't-a 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 her to her chair Delia's gone one more round 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 Delia's gone one more round Delia's gone