Delia's Gone1 Acordes

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Delia, oh Delia, Delia all my life 
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If I hadn't o' shot poor Delia 
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I'd o' had her for my wife 
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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 her to her chair 
Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone 
 
She was low down and triflin' and she was cold and mean 
Kind of evil make me want to 
Grab my submachine 
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 the 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