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Delia was a gambling girl and gambled all around |
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Delia was a gambling girl, she laid her money down |
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All the friends I ever had are gone |
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Delia's dear ol' mother took a trip out West |
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When she returned, little Delia had gone to rest |
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And all the friends I ever had are gone |
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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 |
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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 |
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All the friends I ever had are gone |
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High up on the housetops, high as I can see |
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Looking for them rounders, looking out for me |
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All the friends I ever had are gone |
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Men in Atlanta, tryin' to pass for white |
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Delia's in the graveyard boys, six feet out of sight |
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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" |
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All the friends I ever had are gone |
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Curtis said to the judge, "What might be my fine?" |
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Judge says, "Poor boy, you got ninety-nine" |
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All the friends I ever had are gone" |
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Curtis' in the jail house, drinking from an old tin cup |
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Delia's in the graveyard, she might never, never get up |
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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 |
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And all the friends I ever had are gone |
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Delia, oh Delia, how can it be? |
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You wanted all them rounders, never had time for me |
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All the friends I ever had are gone |
