Tom: A
A A D A
Delia, oh Delia, Delia all my life
D Bm E
If I hadn't shot poor Delia, Id' have her for my wife
A D A E A
Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone
A D A A7
First time I shot her, shot her in the side
D
Bm E
Hard to watch her suffer, so with the second shot she died
A D A E A
Delia's gone one more round, Delia's gone
The guilty get a sentence, but I ain't gonna tell you mine
'Cause I got a brother in Memphis
Doin' life or 99
Delia's gone one more round, Delia's gone
You give me my hammer, I'll drag the ball and chain
With every rock I bust
I seem to ring out Delia's name
Delia's gone one more round, Delia's gone
Jailer oh, jailer, jailer I can't sleep
'Cause all around my bedside
I hear the patter of Delia's feet
Delia's gone one more round, Delia's gone
(Chorus)
A D A E A
Delia's gone like a blue eyed dove, Delia's gone
Oh Delia
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