Tom: A A A D A Delia, oh Delia, Delia all my life D Bm E If I hadn't-a shot poor Delia, I'd have had her for my wife A D A E A Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone A D A A7 I went up to Memphis, and I met Delia there D Bm E Found her in her parlor, and I tied her to her chair A D A E A Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone A D A A7 She was low-down and travellin', and she was cold and mean D Bm E Kind of evil make me want to grab my sub-machine A D A E A Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone A D A A7 First time I shot her, I shot her in the side D Bm E Hard to watch her suffer, but with the second shot she died A D A E A Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone A D A A7 But jailer, oh jailer, jailer I can't sleep D Bm E 'Cuz all around my bedside I hear the patter of Delia's feet A D A E A Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone A D A A7 So if your woman's devilish, you can let her run D Bm E Or you can bring her down and do her like Delia got done A D A E A Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone A D A E A E A Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone