Delia, oh Delia
Delia all my life
If I hadn't of shot poor Delia
I would have had her for my wife
Delia's gone
One more round
Delia's gone

I went down to Brooklyn
Met her there
Saw her in her parlor
Tied her to her chair
Delia's gone
One more round
Delia's gone

She was low-down, trifling
She was cold and mean
Kind of evil, makes me want to
Grab my sub-machine
Delia's gone
One more round
Delia's gone

My name is Wyclef / My freestyle my homicide /
I shot a man at Reno / Like Johnny Cash / Just to watch him die
Flee to Sicily / Get a call from my Agency
She said they want me to do the Johnny Cash Show
You got to be kidding me
Rick Rubin picked me up in a Bentley
Not a El Dorado / Dressed in black looking like Zorro
Johnny Cash chewing tobacco
Country's legend / Fusing with that Hip hop
Mom said don't play with guns
Johnny Cash / here you hold my Glock
Jailer, oh, jailer
Jailer I can't sleep
Cause all around my bedside
I hear the patter of Delia's feet
Delia's gone
One more round
Delia's...Clap your hands! come on

Yeah

If your woman's devilish
You can let her run
Or you can bring her down just like
Delia got done
Delia's gone
One more round
Delia's gone

Delia's gone
One more round
Delia's gone
One more round
Delia's gone
Delia's gone
One more round
Delia's gone