Delia, oh, Delia
Delia all my life
If I hadn't have shot poor Delia
I'd have had her for my wife
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
Well, the guilty get a sentence
But I ain't going to tell you mine
Cause I got a brother in Memphis
Doing life or ninety-nine
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
Now you give me my hammer
I'll drag the ball and chain
And every rock I bust
I seem to ring out Delia's name
Delia's gone
One more round
Delia's gone
Delia's gone
One more round
Delia's gone
Oh, Delia