This was originally an American Honky-tonk song but has returned to the United States by way of the Bahama Islands.
Lyrics:
[D] Tony shot his [G] Delia
[D]’Ton a Saturday [D7] night
[G] The fist time he shot her [Em] Lord
[A] She bowed her head and [D] died
[D]’Ton a Saturday [D7] night
[G] The fist time he shot her [Em] Lord
[A] She bowed her head and [D] died
[A] Delia’s gone, one more round, [D] Delia’s gone
[A] Delia’s gone, one more round, [D] 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