1. Friday, September 12, 2003

    johnny cash 

    cash

    american recordings, 1994

    “delia’s gone”

    Delia, oh Delia, Delia all my life

    If I hadn’t-a 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 her to her chair

    Delia’s gone, one more round, Delia’s gone

    She was low-down and trifflin’, 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

    ‘Cuz all around my 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