Delia, Delia, how can it be? 
You love that old rounder, but you don't love me 
Well, that's one more rounder gone 
Delia, Delia sitting all around 
Some of your old rounders gonna pay my way back home 
Sitting on the housetop, high as I can see 
You love that old rounder, but you don't love me 

Delia's poor mother took a trip out West 
When she returned, Delia lyin' in rest 
Delia's mother wept, Delia's father moaned 
They'd have wanted their poor child to die at home 
Rubber tired buggy, two-seated hack, 

Kenny lookin' high, Kenny lookin' low, 
Shot poor Delia with that hated .44 
Delia, Delia, wouldn't take no one's advice 
Last words I heard her say were, "Jesus Christ!" 
Judge said to Kenny, "Here's a natural fact: 
you going to wait in jail till Delia come back" 

Kenny's in the basement, drinking from a silver cup 
Delia's in the graveyard, never come back up 
Kenny said to judge, "What's the fuss about? 
Just that no good woman trying to put me out"