D Elias gone

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