Delia

	  		


 


Verse 1:
 
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Delia was a gambling girl, gambled all around 
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De -  lia was a gambling girl, she laid her money down 
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    All the friends I ever had are gone 

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Delia's dear mother took a trip out West 
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When she re - tur - ned, little Delia gone to rest 
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    All the friends I ever had are gone 

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Delia's daddy weeped, Delia's momma moaned 
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Wouldn't have been so bad if the poor girl died at home 
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    All the friends I ever had are gone 

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Verse 2:
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Curtis' looking high,   Curtis' looking low 
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He shot poor Delia down with a cruel forty-four 
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    All the friends I ever had are gone 

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High up on the housetops,  high as I can see 
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Looking for them rounders, looking out for me 
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    All the friends I ever had are gone 

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Men in Atlanta,   tryin' to pass for white 
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Delia's in the graveyard, boys, six feet out of sight 
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    All the friends I ever had are gone 

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Verse 3:
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Judge says to Curtis,   "What's this noise about?" 
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"All about them rounders, Judge, tryin' to cut me out" 
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    All the friends I ever had are gone 

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Curtis said to the judge,   "What might be my fine?" 
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Judge says, "Poor boy, you got ninety-nine." 
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    All the friends I ever had are gone 

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Curtis' in the jail house,  drinking from an old tin cup 
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Delia's in the graveyard, she ain't gettin' up 
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    All the friends I ever had are gone 

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Verse 4:
 
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Delia, oh Delia,  how can it be? 
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You loved all them rounders, never did love me 
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    All the friends I ever had are gone 

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Delia, oh Delia,   how can it be? 
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You wanted all them rounders, never had time for me 
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    All the friends I ever had are gone 

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