Delia - Bob Dylan

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 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' looking high, Curtis' looking low

He shot poor Delia down with a cruel forty-four

All the friends I 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 I 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 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 jail house, 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