Текст песни Delia's Gone - Johnny Cash

Delia, oh, Delia
Delia all my life
If I hadn't a-shot poor Delia
I'd a-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 her to her chair

Delia's gone
One more round
Delia's gone

She was low-down and triflin'
And she was cold and mean
Kind of evil make me
Want to grab my submachine

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 the bedside
I hear the patter of Delia's feet

Delia's gone
One more round
Delia's gone

So, if your 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

Delia's gone
One more round
Delia's gone