Delia

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[Verse 1]
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Delia, oh Delia,
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Delia all my life.
   F
If I hadn't shot poor Delia
    D7                   G7
She might have become my wife.


[Chorus]
      C
Delia gone  (fare thee well)
         D7              G7
One more round (one more round)
      C                        
Delia gone.  (Delia gone, Delia 
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gone)


[Verse 2]
C            F
First time I shot her,
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I shot her in the side.
    F
The second time I shot poor Delia,
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She bowed her head and died.


[Chorus]
      C
Delia gone  (fare thee well)
         D7              G7
One more round (one more round)
      C                        
Delia gone.  (Delia gone, Delia 
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gone)


[Verse 3]
C            F
Rubber-tired buggy,
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Double-seated hack,
Continúa después del anuncio
F
Take poor Delia to the graveyard
       D7                      G7
And it ain't a-gonna bring her back.


[Chorus]
      C
Delia gone  (fare thee well)
         D7              G7
One more round (one more round)
      C                        
Delia gone.  (Delia gone, Delia 
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gone)


[Verse 4]
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Sixty-four years in prison,
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Judge, that ain't no time.
F
I got a brother in New Orleans
      D7                       G7
Doing nine-hundred, ninety and nine.


[Chorus]
      C
Delia gone  (fare thee well)
         D7              G7
One more round (one more round)
      C                        
Delia gone.  (Delia gone, Delia 
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gone)


[Verse 5]
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Jailer, oh jailer,
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Jailer, I cannot sleep.
       F
'Cause all around my bedside
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I hear the patter of little Delia's
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 feet.


[Chorus]
      C
Delia gone  (fare thee well)
         D7              G7
One more round (one more round)
      C                        
Delia gone.  (Delia gone, Delia 
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gone)



[Verse 6]
     C                 F
Now, some gave Delia a nickel,
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Others gave her a dime.
    F
But I didn't give her one doggone 
cent,
   D7                G7
Because that gal was mine.


[Chorus]
      C
Delia gone  (fare thee well)
         D7              G7
One more round (one more round)
      C                        
Delia gone.  (Delia gone, Delia 
 Dm    G
gone)



[Verse 1]
C         F
Delia, oh Delia,
C            C7
Delia all my life.
   F
If I hadn't shot poor Delia
    D7                   G7
She might have become my wife.


[Chorus]
      C
Delia gone  (fare thee well)
         D7              G7
One more round (one more round)
      C                        
Delia gone.  (Delia gone, Delia 
 Dm    G
gone)