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      I went up to Memphis    And I met Delia there Found her in her parlor    And I tied to her chair    Delia's 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    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 'Cause all around my bedside    I hear the patter of Delia's feet    Delia's 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    Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone