Bob Dylan - Delia - Remastered lyrics

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 pa** 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