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 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