Delia was a gambling girl, gambled all around,
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Delia was a gambling girl, she laid her money down.
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All the friends I ever had are gone.
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Delia's dear ol' mother took a trip out West,
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When she returned, little Delia gone to rest.
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All the friends I ever had are gone.
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Delia's daddy weeped, Delia's momma moaned,
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Wouldn't have been so bad if the poor girl died at home.
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All the friends I ever had are gone.
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Curtis' looking high, Curtis' looking low,
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He shot poor Delia down with a cruel forty-four.
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All the friends I ever had are gone.
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High up on the housetops, high as I can see,
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Looking for them rounders, looking out for me.
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All the friends I ever had are gone.
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Men in Atlanta, tryin' to pass for white,
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Delia's in the graveyard, boys, six feet out of sight.
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All the friends I ever had are gone.
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Judge says to Curtis, "What's this noise about?"
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"All about them rounders, Judge, tryin' to cut me out."
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All the friends I ever had are gone.
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Curtis said to the judge, "What might be my fine?"
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Judge says, "Poor boy, you got ninety-nine."
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All the friends I ever had are gone.
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Curtis' in the jail house, drinking from an old tin cup,
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Delia's in the graveyard, she ain't gettin' up.
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All the friends I ever had are gone.
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Delia, oh Delia, how can it be?
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You loved all them rounders, never did love me.
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All the friends I ever had are gone.
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Delia, oh Delia, how can it be?
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You wanted all them rounders, never had time for me.
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All the friends I ever had are gone.
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Della
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| Bob Dylan |
