He’s Gone

Delia, oh, Delia Delia all my life
If I hadn’t have shot poor Delia I’d have had her for my wife
Delia’s gone, one more round Delia’s gone

I went up to Memphis And I met Delia there
Found her in her parlor And I tied to her chair
Delia’s gone, one more round Delia’s gone

She was low down and trifling And she was cold and mean
Kind of evil make me want to Grab my sub machine
Delia’s gone, one more round Delia’s gone

First time I shot her I shot her in the side
Hard to watch her suffer But with the second shot she died
Delia’s gone, one more round Delia’s gone

But jailer, oh, jailer Jailer, I can’t sleep
‘Cause all around my bedside I hear the patter of Delia’s feet
Delia’s gone, one more round Delia’s gone

So if you woman’s devilish You can let her run
Or you can bring her down and do her Like Delia got done
Delia’s gone, one more round Delia’s gone

And

I remember one night, Tex and me
Rappelled in on a hot L.Z.
We had our 16’s on rock and roll
But, with all that fire, was scared and cold
We were crazy, we were wild And I have seen the tiger smile
I spit in a bamboo viper’s face And I’d be dead , but by God’s grace

Drive on, don’t mean nothin’
My children love me, but they don’t understand
And I got a woman who knows her man

He’s gone.