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DELIAH'S GONE 7 (Johnny Cash) Delia, oh Delia Delia all my life If I hadden-a 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 her to her chair Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone She was low-down and triflin' And she was cold and mean Kind of evil make me want to Grab my sub-mo-chine 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 Johnny Cash rewrote the words and music DT #657 Laws I5 filename[ DELIAGO7 CET Feb07 |
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