Текст Bob Dylan – Delia

Delia was a gambling girl, gambled all around
Delia was a gambling girl, she laid her money down.

All the friends I ever had are gone.

Delia’s dear ol’ mother took a trip out West

All the friends I ever had are gone.

Delia’s Daddy weeped, Delia’s momma moaned
Wouldn’t have been so bad if the poor girl died at home.

All the friends I ever had are gone.

Curtis’s looking high, Curtis’s looking low
He shot poor Delia down with a cruel forty-four.

All the friends I ever had are gone.

High upon the housetops, high as I can see
Looking for them rounders, looking out for me.

All the friends I ever had are gone.

Men in Atlanta, trying to pass for white
Delia’s in the graveyard, boys, six feet out of sight.

All the friends I ever had are gone.

Judge says to Curtis, «What’s this noise about ?»
«All about them rounders, Judge, tryin’ to cut me out.»

All the friends I ever had are gone.
Curtis said to the judge «What might be my fine ?»
Judge says, «Poor boy, you got ninety-nine.»

All the friends I ever had are gone.
Curtis’ in the jailhouse, drinking from an old tin cup
Delia’s in the graveyard, she ain’t gettin’ up.

All the friends I ever had are gone.

Delia, oh Delia, how can it be ?
You loved all them rounders, never did love me.

All the friends I ever had are gone.

Delia, oh Delia, how could it be ?
You wanted all them rounders, never had time for me.

All the friends I ever had are gone.