Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone
She was low down and trifling and she was cold and mean
Publisher: SONG OF CASH INC
Songwriters: Johnny Cash, K Sibersdorf, D Toops
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
But jailer, oh, jailer, jailer, I can't sleep
'Cause all around my bedside, I hear the patter of Delia's feet
So if your woman's devilish, you can let her run
Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone
First time I shot her, I shot her in the side
Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone
Found her in her parlor and I tied to her chair
I went up to Memphis and I met Delia there
Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone
Kind of evil make me want to grab my sub machine
Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone
Hard to watch her suffer but with the second shot she died
Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone
Or you can bring her down and do her like Delia got done
Delia, oh, Delia, Delia all my life