Hans Theessink - Delia lyrics

Delia, Delia, how can it be? You love those rounders, but you never did love me Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone Delia was a gambling girl, gambled all around Delia was a gambling girl and she laid her money down Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone Delia's poor mother took a trip out West When she returned, Delia had gone to rest Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone Kenny's lookin' high, Kenny's lookin' low Shot poor Delia with that cruel 44 Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone Sent for the doctor – doctor came too late Sent for the minister to lay out Delia straight Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone Delia's daddy weep, Delia's mamma moan Their poor child dead – watch her leaving home Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone Kenny's in the jailhouse, waitin' for his trial Delia's in the cemetary, 6 feet out of sight Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone Jailer, oh jailer, jailer I can't sleep 'Cause all around my bedside – I hear the patter of Delia's feet Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone Kenny asked the judge, what's gonna be my fine Judge said poor boy – I'll give you 99 Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone Delia, Oh Delia, how can it be? You're running with those rounders, but you had no time for me Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone