Text: Waylon Jennings. Delia's Gone.

Delia, oh Delia, where have you been so long?
If buddy's talkin' 'bout Delia they say she's done me wrong
They took my Delia to the graveyard, took her in a long black hearse
If I hadn't shot my poor Delia I believe she'd have got me first
Delia's gone

Went down to the graveyard to look at my Delia's face
I said, ?Delia girl how I love you and I wish I could take your place?
Jailer, oh jailer, tell me how can I sleep
When all around my bedside I hear little Delia's feet?
Delia's gone

Some gave Delia a dollar, some gave her two or three
But I didn't give Delia a penny 'cause she belonged to me
Delia's gone, Delia's gone