Delia

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Delia was a gambling girl, gambled all around

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De - lia was a gambling girl, she laid her money down

All the friends I ever had are gone

Delia's dear mother took a trip out West

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When she re - tur - ned, little Delia gone to rest

All the friends I ever had are gone

Delia's daddy weeped, Delia's momma moaned

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Wouldn't have been so bad if the poor girl died at home

All the friends I ever had are gone

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Curtis' looking high, Curtis' looking low

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He shot poor Delia down with a cruel forty-four

All the friends I ever had are gone

High up on the housetops, high as I can see

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Looking for them rounders, looking out for me

All the friends I ever had are gone

Men in Atlanta, tryin' to pass for white

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Delia's in the graveyard, boys, six feet out of sight

All the friends I ever had are gone

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Judge says to Curtis, "What's this noise about?"

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"All about them rounders, Judge, tryin' to cut me out"

All the friends I ever had are gone

Curtis said to the judge, "What might be my fine?"

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Judge says, "Poor boy, you got ninety-nine."

All the friends I ever had are gone

Curtis' in the jail house, drinking from an old tin cup

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Delia's in the graveyard, she ain't gettin' up

All the friends I ever had are gone

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Delia, oh Delia, how can it be?

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You loved all them rounders, never did love me

All the friends I ever had are gone

Delia, oh Delia, how can it be?

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You wanted all them rounders, never had time for me

All the friends I ever had are gone

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