David Johansen And The Harry Smiths - Delia текст песни

Delia was a gambling girl, gambled all around
Delia was a gambling girl, she laid her money down
All the friends they ever had are gone

Delia's dear ol' mother took a trip out west
When she returned, poor Delia had gone to rest
All the friends they ever had are gone

Delia's daddy wept, Delia's momma moaned
Wouldn't have been so bad if the poor girl died at home
All the friends they ever had are gone

Curtis' looking high, Curtis' looking low
He shot poor Delia down with a cruel forty-four
All the friends they 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 they ever had are gone

Men in Atlanta, tryin' to pass for white
Delia's in the graveyard, boys, six feet out of sight
All the friends they ever had are gone

Judge says to Curtis, "What's this noise about?"
"It's all about these rounders, Judge, tryin' to cut me out"
All the friends they ever had are gone

Curtis says to the judge, "What might be my fine?"
Judge says, "Poor boy, you got ninety-nine"
All the friends they ever had are gone

Curtis' in the jail house, drinking from an old tin cup
Delia's in the graveyard, boy, she may never get up
All the friends they ever had are gone

Delia, oh Delia, how can it be?
You loved all them rounders, never did love me
All the friends they ever had are gone

Oh Delia, oh Delia, how can it be?
You wanted all them rounders, never did want me
All the friends they ever had are gone