Tom: A

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Delia, oh Delia, Delia all my life
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If I hadn't-a shot poor Delia, I'd have had her for my wife
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Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone


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I went up to Memphis, and I met Delia there
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Found her in her parlor, and I tied her to her chair
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Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone 


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She was low-down and travellin', and she was cold and mean
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Kind of evil make me want to grab my sub-machine
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Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone


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First time I shot her, I shot her in the side
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Hard to watch her suffer, but with the second shot she died
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Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone


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But jailer, oh jailer, jailer I can't sleep
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'Cuz all around my bedside I hear the patter of Delia's feet
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Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone


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So if your woman's devilish, you can let her run
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Or you can bring her down and do her like Delia got done
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Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone
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Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone