Delia, oh  Delia,  Delia all my life
  If  I hadn't-a shot poor Delia, I'd h ave had her for my w ife
  Delia's g one, o ne more r ound, elia's g one

    I went up to  Memphis, an d I met Delia  there
    Found her in her parlor, and I  tied her to her cha ir
  Delia's g one, o ne more  round, elia's go ne

She was low-down and travellin', 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
'Cuz 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 [bad word] 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