Tom: C
C
F9
C
F9
C
Delia was a gambling girl, gambled all around
F
De - lia was a gambling girl, she laid her money down
C/G
G7
C
C4
C
All the friends I ever had are gone
C
F9
C
F9
C
Delia's dear mother took a trip out West
F
When she re - tur - ned, little Delia gone to rest
C/G
G7
C
C4
C
All the friends I ever had are gone
C
F9
C
F9
C
Delia's daddy weeped, Delia's momma moaned
F
Wouldn't have been so bad if the poor girl died at home
C/G
G7
C
C4
C
All the friends I ever had are gone
Instrumental
C
F9
C
F9
C
F
C
F9
C
F9
C
Curtis' looking high, Curtis' looking low
F
He shot poor Delia down with a cruel forty-four
C/G
G7
C
C4
C
All the friends I ever had are gone
C
F9
C
F9
C
High up on the housetops, high as I can see
F
Looking for them rounders, looking out for me
C/G
G7
C
C4
C
All the friends I ever had are gone
C
F9
C
F9
C
Men in Atlanta, tryin' to pass for white
F
Delia's in the graveyard, boys, six feet out of sight
C/G
G7
C
C4
C
All the friends I ever had are gone
Instrumental
C
F9
C
F9
C
F
C
F9
C
F9
C
Judge says to Curtis, "What's this noise about?"
F
"All about them rounders, Judge, tryin' to cut me out"
C/G
G7
C
C4
C
All the friends I ever had are gone
C
F9
C
F9
C
Curtis said to the judge, "What might be my fine?"
F
Judge says, "Poor boy, you got ninety-nine."
C/G
G7
C
C4
C
All the friends I ever had are gone
C
F9
C
F9
C
Curtis' in the jail house, drinking from an old tin cup
F
Delia's in the graveyard, she ain't gettin' up
C/G
G7
C
C4
C
All the friends I ever had are gone
Instrumental
C
F9
C
F9
C
F
C
F9
C
F9
C
Delia, oh Delia, how can it be?
F
You loved all them rounders, never did love me
C/G
G7
C
C4
C
All the friends I ever had are gone
C
F9
C
F9
C
Delia, oh Delia, how can it be?
F
You wanted all them rounders, never had time for me
C/G
G7
C
C4
C
All the friends I ever had are gone
C
F9
C
F9
C
F
C/G
G7
C
C4
C