Delia's Gone

Delia, oh Delia Delia, all my life If I hadn't of 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 suffering 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 Doin' 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!