Delia
Delia was a gambling girl, gambled all around
Delia was a gambling girl
She laid her money down
All the friends they ever had are gone
Delia's dear mother took a trip out west
When she returned
Poor Delia had gone to rest
All the friends they ever had are gone
Delia's daddy wept, Delia's mama moaned
Wouldn't have been so bad
If the poor girl died at home
All the friends they ever had are gone
Curtis' looking high, Curtis' looking low
He shot poor Delia down with a cruel 44
All the friends he ever had are gone
High up on the housetops, high as I can see
Looking for them rounders
Looking out for me
All the friends they ever had are gone
Men in Atlanta, tryin' to pass for white
Delia's in the graveyard, boys
Six feet out of sight
All the friends they ever had are gone
Judge says to Curtis, "What's this noise about?"
"It's all about these rounders, Judge
Tryin' to cut me out"
All the friends they ever had are gone
Curtis says to the judge, "What might be my fine?"
Judge says, "Poor boy, you got 99"
All the friends they ever had are gone
Curtis' in the jailhouse, drinking from an old tin cup
Delia's in the graveyard, boy
She may never get up
All the friends they ever had are gone
Delia, oh Delia, how can it be?
You loved all them rounders
Never did love me
All the friends they ever had are gone
Oh Delia, oh Delia, how can it be?
You wanted all them rounders
Never did want me
All the friends they ever had are gone
Delia was a gambling girl
She laid her money down
All the friends they ever had are gone
Delia's dear mother took a trip out west
When she returned
Poor Delia had gone to rest
All the friends they ever had are gone
Delia's daddy wept, Delia's mama moaned
Wouldn't have been so bad
If the poor girl died at home
All the friends they ever had are gone
Curtis' looking high, Curtis' looking low
He shot poor Delia down with a cruel 44
All the friends he ever had are gone
High up on the housetops, high as I can see
Looking for them rounders
Looking out for me
All the friends they ever had are gone
Men in Atlanta, tryin' to pass for white
Delia's in the graveyard, boys
Six feet out of sight
All the friends they ever had are gone
Judge says to Curtis, "What's this noise about?"
"It's all about these rounders, Judge
Tryin' to cut me out"
All the friends they ever had are gone
Curtis says to the judge, "What might be my fine?"
Judge says, "Poor boy, you got 99"
All the friends they ever had are gone
Curtis' in the jailhouse, drinking from an old tin cup
Delia's in the graveyard, boy
She may never get up
All the friends they ever had are gone
Delia, oh Delia, how can it be?
You loved all them rounders
Never did love me
All the friends they ever had are gone
Oh Delia, oh Delia, how can it be?
You wanted all them rounders
Never did want me
All the friends they ever had are gone
Credits
Writer(s): Fred Brooks, Lester Judson
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