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Delia

par Bob Dylan

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Delia was a gambling girl, gambled all around,
Delia was a gambling girl, she laid her money down.
All the friends I ever had are gone.

Delia´s dear ol´ mother took a trip out West,
When she returned, little Delia gone to rest.
All the friends I ever had are gone.

Delia´s daddy weeped, Delia´s momma moaned,
Wouldn´t have been so bad if the poor girl died at home.
All the friends I ever had are gone.

Curtis´ looking high, Curtis´ looking low,
He shot poor Delia down with a cruel forty-four.
All the friends I 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 I ever had are gone.

Men in Atlanta, tryin´ to pass for white,
Delia´s in the graveyard, boys, six feet out of sight.
All the friends I ever had are gone.

Judge says to Curtis, "What´s this noise about?"
"All about them rounders, Judge, tryin´ to cut me out."
All the friends I ever had are gone.

Curtis said to the judge, "What might be my fine?"
Judge says, "Poor boy, you got ninety-nine."
All the friends I ever had are gone.

Curtis´ in the jail house, drinking from an old tin cup,
Delia´s in the graveyard, she ain´t gettin´ up.
All the friends I ever had are gone.

Delia, oh Delia, how can it be?
You loved all them rounders, never did love me.
All the friends I ever had are gone.

Delia, oh Delia, how can it be?
You wanted all them rounders, never had time for me.
All the friends I ever had are gone.
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