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 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