Deal your curse, poor
Toolie
Cursed him such a wicked curse
If he hadn't shot her, oh,
she would have cursed him worse.
Delia's gone, one more round.
Delia's gone.
Delia's gone, one more round.
Delia's gone, sent for the doctor,
he came all dressed in white, done everything
a doctor could do,
but he couldn't save
Delia's life,
Delia's gone, one more round,
Delia's gone,
Delia's gone,
One more round,
Delia's gone.
Then her mother, she came a -runnin',
All dressed in black.
She cried all day, and she cried all night,
But she couldn't bring
Delia back.
Delia's gone, one more round.
Delia's gone.
Delia's gone, one more round.
Delia's gone.
On a
Monday he was arrested,
Tuesday he was tried,
The jury box found him guilty,
And the verdict was to die.
Delia's gone, one more round.
Delia's gone,
Delia's gone, one more round.
Delia's gone.
He said,
Jailor, oh,
Jailor, how can I sleep all
around my bed at night?
Why can't you little deal your fate?
Deal is gone, one more round.
Deal is gone.
Deal is gone, one more round.
And day is gone