Capo: 2

Capo: 2 fret

^CDelia, oh ^FDelia, ^CDelia all my life If ^FI hadn't-a shot poor Delia, I'd h^D7ave had her for my w^Gife Delia's g^Cone, o^Fne more r^Cound, D^Gelia's g^Cone

^CI went up to ^FMemphis, an^Cd I met Delia ^C7there ^FFound her in her parlor, and I ^D7tied her to her cha^Gir Delia's g^Cone, o^Fne more ^Cround, D^Gelia's go^Cne

She was low-down and travellin', 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 Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone

Johnny Cash - Delias gone