A D A Delia, oh Delia, Delia all my life D B7 E If I hadn't-a shot poor Delia, I'd h ave had her for my w ife A D A E A Delia's g one, o ne more r ound, D elia's g one
A D A A7 I went up to Memphis, an d I met Delia there D B7 E Found her in her parlor, and I tied her to her cha ir A D A E A Delia's g one, o ne more round, D elia's go ne
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 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 'Cuz 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