Delia's Gone
(Johnny Cash)

Delia, oh Delia
Delia all my life
If I hadn't 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 tied her to her chair
Delia's gone, one more round
Delia's gone

She was low-down and travelling
And she was cold and mean
Kind of evil, made me want
To grab my submachine
Delia's gone, one more round
Delia's gone

First time I shot her
I shot her in her side
Hard to watch her suffer
But with the second shot she died
Delia's gone, one more round
Delia's gone

But jailor, oh jailor
Jailor, 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