Delia Songtext
von Burl Ives

Delia, oh, Delia
Delia all my life
If I hadn′t shot poor Delia
She might have become my wife

Delia gone, one more round
Delia gone

First time I shot her
I shot her in the side
The second time I shot poor Delia
She bowed her head and died

Delia gone, one more round
Delia gone

Rubber tied buggy
Double seated hack
Take poor Delia to the graveyard
And it ain't a-gonna bring her back

Delia gone, one more round
Delia gone


Sixty-four years in prison
Judge, that ain′t no time
I got a brother in New Orleans
Doing nine hundred ninety-nine

Delia gone, one more round
Delia gone

Jailer, oh, jailer
Jailer, I cannot sleep
'Cause all around my bedside
I hear the patter of little Delia's feet

Delia gone, one more round
Delia gone

Now, some gave Delia a nickel
Others gave her a dime
But I didn′t give her one doggone cent
Because that gal was mine

Delia gone, one more round
Delia gone

Delia, oh, Delia
Delia all my life
If I hadn′t shot poor Delia
She might have become my wife


Delia gone, one more round
Delia gone