David Johansen And The Harry Smiths - Delia lyrics

Delia was a gambling girl, gambled all around Delia was a gambling girl, she laid her money down All the friends they ever had are gone Delia's dear ol' mother took a trip out west When she returned, poor Delia had gone to rest All the friends they ever had are gone Delia's daddy wept, Delia's momma moaned Wouldn't have been so bad if the poor girl died at home All the friends they ever had are gone Curtis' looking high, Curtis' looking low He shot poor Delia down with a cruel forty-four All the friends they ever had are gone High up on the housetops, high as I can see Looking for them rounders, looking out for me All the friends they ever had are gone Men in Atlanta, tryin' to pa** for white Delia's in the graveyard, boys, six feet out of sight All the friends they ever had are gone Judge says to Curtis, "What's this noise about?" "It's all about these rounders, Judge, tryin' to cut me out" All the friends they ever had are gone Curtis says to the judge, "What might be my fine?" Judge says, "Poor boy, you got ninety-nine" All the friends they ever had are gone Curtis' in the jail house, drinking from an old tin cup Delia's in the graveyard, boy, she may never get up All the friends they ever had are gone Delia, oh Delia, how can it be? You loved all them rounders, never did love me All the friends they ever had are gone Oh Delia, oh Delia, how can it be? You wanted all them rounders, never did want me All the friends they ever had are gone