Delia oh Delia Delia all my life
If I h adn't-a shot poor Delia I'd have had her for m y wife
Delia's g one one mor e rou nd Del ia's gone
I went up to Memphis an d I met Del ia there
Found her in her parlor and I tied her to he r chair
Delia's g one one mor e rou nd Del ia's gone
She was low-down and travellin' and she was cold and mean
Kind of evil make me want to grab my sub - machine
Delia's g one one mor e rou nd Del ia's gone
First time I shot her I shot her in the sid e
Hard to watch her suffer but with the second shot s he died
Delia's g one one mor e rou nd Del ia's gone
But j ailer oh jailer jailer I can 't sleep
'Cuz all around my bedside I hear th e patter of Delia 's feet
Delia's g one one mor e rou nd Del ia's gone
So i f your woman' s devilish you can let her run
Or you can bring her down and do her like Delia go t done
Delia's g one one mor e rou nd Del ia's gone
Delia's g one one mor e rou nd Del ia's gone