I went up to Memphis, and I met Delia there Found her in her parlor, and I tied her to her chair Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone

She was low-down and trifling, and she was cold and mean Kind of evil make me want to grab my sub-machine Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone

First time I shot her, I shot her in the side Hard to watch her suffer, but with the second shot she died Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone

But jailer, oh jailer, jailer I can't sleep 'Cuz all around my bedside I hear the patter of Delia's feet Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone