Delia [1992-04-15: Sydney, Austalia] Songtext
von 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

Delia, oh Delia, how can it be?
You wanted all them rounders, never had time for me
All the friends I ever had are gone