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'd 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's looking high, curtis's looking low He shot poor delia down with a cruel forty-four All the friends I ever had are gone
High upon 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, trying 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 jailhouse, 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 could it be? You wanted all them rounders, never had time for me All the friends I ever had are gone
Compositor: David Albert Alvin (Alvin Dave) ECAD: Obra #6376139