Little Delia

Delia, Delia, how can it be?
Say you love old rounders and don't love me
Now she one more rounder gone

Delia, Delia, see that I’m all alone
Some of you rounders going to pay my way back home
Cause she one more rounder gone

Sitting on the housetop, high as I can see
Say you love those rounders and don't love me
But she one more rounder gone

Delia's poor mother took a little trip out West
When she returned, little Delia was lying in rest
But she one more rounder gone

Delia's mother weeped, Delia's father moaned
They wouldn’t have hated it so bad if that child had died at home
But she’s all I got and gone

Delia was a gambler runnin’ all around
She was one girl never let the deal go down
But she one more rounder gone

Rubber-tired buggy, double-seated hack,
Took little Delia to the cemetery but failed to bring her back

But she one more rounder gone

Delia was a gambler runnin’ all around
She was one girl never let the deal go down
But she one more rounder gone

Delia lookin' high, Kenny lookin' low,
Shot poor Delia down with that fateful 44
But she one more rounder gone

Delia, Delia, take no one's advice
Last words I heard her say were, "Jesus Christ!"
But she one more rounder gone

Kenny he’s in the bar-room drinkin’ out of a silver cup
Delia she’s in the graveyard, may not never wake up
But she one more rounder gone

Judge said to Kenny, “What all that fuss about?”
“All account of a gambler’s tryin’ to put me out
But she one more rounder gone

Judge said to Kenny, "I’m gonna tell you an actual fact,
Son you go state till Delia come back,”
Cause she one more rounder gone