Harry Belafonte - Delia's Gone
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Tony shot his Delia
'T was on a Saturday night
The fist time he shot her
She bowed her head and died

Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone
Delia's gone, Delia's gone
Delia's gone, one more round, Delia's gone

Called for the doctor
The doctor came too late
Called for the Minister
Take Delia to her fate
Well they took my Delia
Dressed her all in brown
Took her to the graveyard
And then they laid her down

Delia oh Delia where you been so long
Everybody's talking about
My Delia's dead and gone