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Delia's gone one more round, Delia's gone. |
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First time I shot Delia |
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Shot her in the side |
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The second time I shot her |
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She laid right down and died |
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Delia's gone one more round, Delia's gone. |
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The reason I shot my Delia |
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She cursed such an evil curse |
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And if I hadn't shot her |
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I believe she'd done me worse |
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Delia's gone one more round, Delia's gone. |
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Delia's gone one more round, Delia's gone. |
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I went down to the graveyard |
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To look at my Delia's face |
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I said, "Delia gal I love you |
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And I wish I could take your place." |
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Delia's gone one more round, Delia's gone. |
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On Monday I was arrested |
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Tuesday my case was tried |
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The jurymen found me guilty |
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Brought teardrops in my eyes |
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Delia's gone one more round, Delia's gone. |
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Delia's gone one more round, Delia's gone. |
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Jailer, oh jailer |
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Tell me how can I sleep |
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When all around my bedside |
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I can hear little Delia's feet |
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Delia's gone one more round, Delia's gone. |
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Some gave Delia a dollar |
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Some gave her two or three |
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I didn't give Delia a penny |
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'Cause she belonged to me |
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Delia's gone one more round, Delia's gone. |
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Delia's gone one more round, Delia's gone... |
