Traditional
Delia was a gambling girl she gambled all around
Delia was a gambling girl she would lay her money down
She’s all I got is gone
Delia’s dear old mother took a trip out West
When she returned little Delia had gone to rest
She’s all I got is gone
Curtis looking high Curtis looking low
He shot poor Delia down with a fateful forty-four
She’s all I got is gone
High up on the rooftops high as I can see
Looking for them rounders they’ve been looking out for me
She’s all I got is gone
The judge he says to Curtis, What’s this noise about
It’s all about them rounders judge they’s trying to cut me out
She’s all I got is gone
Curtis says to the judge, What might be my fine
Judge says, Poor boy you got ninety-nine
She’s all I got is gone
Curtis is in the jail house drinking from an old tin cup
Delia’s in the graveyard she may never get up
She’s all I got is gone