Delia was a gambling girl, gambled all around
Delia was a gambling girl, she laid her money downAll the friends I ever had are goneDelia's dear ol' mother took a trip out West
When she returned, little Delia'd gone to restAll the friends I ever had are goneDelia's Daddy weeped, Delia's momma moaned
Wouldn't have been so bad if the poor girl died at homeAll the friends I ever had are goneCurtis's looking high, Curtis's looking low
He shot poor Delia down with a cruel forty-fourAll the friends I ever had are gone
High upon the housetops, high as I can see
Looking for them rounders, looking out for meAll the friends I ever had are goneMen in Atlanta, trying to pass for white
Delia's in the graveyard, boys, six feet out of sightAll the friends I ever had are goneJudge 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' upAll the friends I ever had are goneDelia, oh Delia, how can it be?
You loved all them rounders, never did love me
All the friends I ever had are goneDelia, oh Delia, how could it be?
You wanted all them rounders, never had time for meAll the friends I ever had are gone
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