Delia Lyrics

{c:It should be mentioned that Dylan isn't always dead certain about
neither how long to strum F before “all the friends I ever had are
gone”, nor about now to play the descending riff. But hey, he's an
artist, man, you gotta give him that.}
{c:If your pinky is strong enough, I'd suggest to play the figure in the
second line as a half-barre on the eight fret with the middle finger on the
ninth, then let that slide down to form the basis of the "D-shape" chord on
the fifth fret, with the rest of the strings fingered with the ring- and little
fingers. That way, it's possible to play it quickly and smoothly. At least
that's how I play it.}
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Cviii Fv Giii Giii F
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C "G7" C Csus4 C
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Delia was a gambling girl, gambled all around
Cviii Fv Giii Ciii Giii F
De- lia was a gambling girl, she laid her money down.
C/G "G7" C Csus4 C
All the friends I ever had are gone.
Delia's dear ol' mother took a trip out West
When she returned, little Delia'd gone to rest.
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.