Delia, oh Delia, Delia all my lifeIf I hadn't shot poor Delia, I'd have had her for my wifeDelia's gone, one more round, Delia's goneI went up to Memphis, and I met Delia thereFound her in her parlor, and I tied her to her chairDelia's gone, one more round, Delia's goneShe was low down and triflin', and she was cold and meanKind of evil make me want to *** my submachineDelia's gone, one more round, Delia's goneFirst time I shot her, I shot her in the sideHard to watch her suffer, but with the second shot she diedDelia's gone, one more round, Delia's goneBut Jailor, oh Jailor, Jailor I can't sleepCause all around my bedside, I hear the patter of Delia's feetDelia's gone, one more round, Delia's goneSo if your woman's devilish, you can let her runOr you can bring her down and do her like Delia got doneDelia's gone, one more round, Delia's goneDelia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone