Delia, oh Delia, Delia all my life
If I hadn't 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 triflin', and she was cold and mean
Kind of evil make me want to grab my submachine
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 Jailor, oh Jailor, Jailor 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