歌曲 | Delia |
歌手 | Bob Dylan |
专辑 | World Gone Wrong |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Traditional | |
Delia was a gambling girl and 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 | |
WestWhen she returned, little | |
Delia had gone to rest | |
And 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' looking high, | |
Curtis' looking low | |
He shot poor | |
Delia down with a cruel forty-four | |
All the friends | |
I ever had are gone | |
High up on the housetops, high as | |
I can seeLooking for them rounders, looking out for me | |
All the friends | |
I ever had are gone | |
Men in Atlanta, tryin' 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 jail house, drinking from an old tin cupDelia's in the graveyard, she might never, never get upAll the friends I ever had are goneDelia, oh Delia, how can it be?You loved all them rounders, never did love meAnd all the friends I ever had are goneDelia, oh Delia, how can it be?You wanted all them rounders, never had time for meAll the friends I ever had are gone |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
Delia was a gambling girl and 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 | |
WestWhen she returned, little | |
Delia had gone to rest | |
And 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' looking high, | |
Curtis' looking low | |
He shot poor | |
Delia down with a cruel fortyfour | |
All the friends | |
I ever had are gone | |
High up on the housetops, high as | |
I can seeLooking for them rounders, looking out for me | |
All the friends | |
I ever had are gone | |
Men in Atlanta, tryin' 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 ninetynine" | |
All the friends | |
I ever had are gone" Curtis' in the jail house, drinking from an old tin cupDelia' s in the graveyard, she might never, never get upAll the friends I ever had are goneDelia, oh Delia, how can it be? You loved all them rounders, never did love meAnd all the friends I ever had are goneDelia, oh Delia, how can it be? You wanted all them rounders, never had time for meAll the friends I ever had are gone |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
Delia was a gambling girl and 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 | |
WestWhen she returned, little | |
Delia had gone to rest | |
And 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' looking high, | |
Curtis' looking low | |
He shot poor | |
Delia down with a cruel fortyfour | |
All the friends | |
I ever had are gone | |
High up on the housetops, high as | |
I can seeLooking for them rounders, looking out for me | |
All the friends | |
I ever had are gone | |
Men in Atlanta, tryin' 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 ninetynine" | |
All the friends | |
I ever had are gone" Curtis' in the jail house, drinking from an old tin cupDelia' s in the graveyard, she might never, never get upAll the friends I ever had are goneDelia, oh Delia, how can it be? You loved all them rounders, never did love meAnd all the friends I ever had are goneDelia, oh Delia, how can it be? You wanted all them rounders, never had time for meAll the friends I ever had are gone |