Delia Lyrics
| Song | Delia |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | World Gone Wrong |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Traditional | |
| Delia was a gambling girl and 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 | |
| WestWhen she returned, little | |
| Delia had gone to rest | |
| And 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 seeLooking 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 cupDelia's in the graveyard, she might never, never get upAll the friends I ever had are goneDelia, oh Delia, how can it be?You loved all them rounders, never did love meAnd all the friends I ever had are goneDelia, oh Delia, how can it be?You wanted all them rounders, never had time for meAll the friends I ever had are gone |
| zuo ci : Traditional | |
| Delia was a gambling girl and 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 | |
| WestWhen she returned, little | |
| Delia had gone to rest | |
| And 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 fortyfour | |
| All the friends | |
| I ever had are gone | |
| High up on the housetops, high as | |
| I can seeLooking 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 ninetynine" | |
| All the friends | |
| I ever had are gone" Curtis' in the jail house, drinking from an old tin cupDelia' s in the graveyard, she might never, never get upAll the friends I ever had are goneDelia, oh Delia, how can it be? You loved all them rounders, never did love meAnd all the friends I ever had are goneDelia, oh Delia, how can it be? You wanted all them rounders, never had time for meAll the friends I ever had are gone |
| zuò cí : Traditional | |
| Delia was a gambling girl and 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 | |
| WestWhen she returned, little | |
| Delia had gone to rest | |
| And 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 fortyfour | |
| All the friends | |
| I ever had are gone | |
| High up on the housetops, high as | |
| I can seeLooking 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 ninetynine" | |
| All the friends | |
| I ever had are gone" Curtis' in the jail house, drinking from an old tin cupDelia' s in the graveyard, she might never, never get upAll the friends I ever had are goneDelia, oh Delia, how can it be? You loved all them rounders, never did love meAnd all the friends I ever had are goneDelia, oh Delia, how can it be? You wanted all them rounders, never had time for meAll the friends I ever had are gone |
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