Johnny Cash - Delias gone

^A Delia, o^Dh Deli^Aa, Delia all my life If I ^Dhadn't-a shot poor Delia, I'^B7d have had her for ^Emy wife Delia's ^Agone^D, one mo^Are ro^Eund, De^Alia's gone

^A I went up t^Do Memphis, a^And I met De^A7lia there ^D Found her in her parlor, an^B7d I tied her to h^Eer chair Delia's ^Agone^D, one mo^Are ro^Eund, De^Alia's gone

She was^A low-down an^Dd travellin^A', and she was cold and mean^{A7 D} Kind of evil make me want t^B7o grab my su^Eb- machine Delia's ^Agone^D, one mo^Are ro^Eund, De^Alia's gone

^A First time ^DI shot her, ^AI shot her in the si^A7de ^D Hard to watch her suffer, but with th^B7e second shot ^Eshe died Delia's ^Agone^D, one mo^Are ro^Eund, De^Alia's gone

But ^Ajailer, o^Dh jaile^Ar, jailer I ca^A7n't sleep 'Cuz^D all around my bedside I hear t^B7he patter of Deli^Ea's feet Delia's ^Agone^D, one mo^Are ro^Eund, De^Alia's gone

So ^Aif your woman^D's devilis^Ah, you can let her ru^A7n Or^D you can bring her down and do her lik^B7e Delia g^Eot done Delia's ^Agone^D, one mo^Are ro^Eund, De^Alia's gone

Delia's ^Agone^D, one mo^Are ro^Eund, De^Alia's gone