Delia acordes

Capo 2

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

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Delia's dear mother took a trip out West
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When she re - tur - ned, little Delia gone to rest
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    All the friends I ever had are gone

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

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

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High up on the housetops,  high as I can see
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Looking for them rounders, looking out for me
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    All the friends I ever had are gone

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

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

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

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Curtis' in the jail house,  drinking from an old tin cup
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Delia's in the graveyard, she ain't gettin' up
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    All the friends I ever had are gone

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

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Delia, oh Delia,   how can it be?
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You wanted all them rounders, never had time for me
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    All the friends I ever had are gone

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