(Johnny Cash)

Delia, oh, Delia

Delia all my life
If I hadn't have shot poor Delia
I'd-a 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