Delilah was a floozy
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She never gave a damn
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Delilah wasn't choosy
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Till she fell for a swell buckaroo
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Whose name was Sam
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Delilah got in action
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Delilah did her "kootch"
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She gave him satisfaction
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And he fell 'neath her spell
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With the aid of love and "hootch"
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But one day, so they tell us
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His true wife, he did crave
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Delilah, she got jealous
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And she tracked him, and hacked him
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And dug for Sam a grave
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It's always that way with passion
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So cowboy, learn to behave
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Or else, you're liable to cash in
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With no tombstone on your grave
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Delilah, oh Delilah
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She's no babe in the wood
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Run cowboy, run a mile-ah
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If you love that kind of woman
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She'll do you no good
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Sam And Delilah
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| Ella Fitzgerald |
