Delia (song)
Delia was a gambler, gambled all around.
She was a gambling girl, she laid her money down.
She's all I got, is gone
Delia's dear mother, took a trip out west.
When she returned, little Delia had gone to rest.
She's all I got, is gone
Delia's mother weep, Delia's father moaned.
Wouldn'ta hate it so bad if that child had died at home.
She's all I got, is gone
Delia, Delia, how can it be?
Say you loved them rounders, and don't love me.
She's all I got, is gone
Curtis, he's in the barroom, bringing out the silver cup.
Delia she's in the graveyard, may not never wake up.
She's all I got, is gone
Rubber tire buggy, double seated hack:
Taken Delia to the cemetery but failed to bring her back.
She's all I got, is gone
Delia, Delia, poor girl she's gone.
All I hate, she has left me all alone.
She's all I got, is gone
Judge says to Curtis, "What's that fuss about?"
"On account of those gamblers, trying to drive me out."
She's all I got, is gone
Curtis says to judge, "What may be my fine?"
"I just told you, poor boy, you got 99."
She's all I got, is gone
Up on the housetop, higher than I could see.
Looking at those rounders, looking out for me.
She's all I got, is gone
Curtis looking high, Curtis looking low.
Shot poor Delia down, with that hating .44.
She's all I got, is gone
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