Delia, oh, Delia, Delia, all my life, If I hadn't have shot poor Delia, I'd've 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 suffer, but with the second shot she died. Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone.
Well, the guilty gets a sentence, but I ain't gonna tell you mine, 'Cause I got a brother in Memphis doin' life or ninety-nine. Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone.
[ guitar ] Oh, 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.