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Dylan Bob World Gone Wrong Delia by Bob Dylan (arr) 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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