Chords for David Bromberg - Dehlia (Live) with Lyrics

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_ _ _ _ _ Well, D was a gambling [G] girl, _ _ [D] _ _ she gambled all around.
_ _ Oh, she was a gambling girl, [G] she would lay her money down.
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She's [G] all I've got, [D] she's gone. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ D's [G] dear old mother _ [D] took _ a trip out west.
_ _ _ _ When she returned, _ [G] little D had gone to rest.
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She's all I've got, she's gone. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ D's mama [G] weeped, _ [D] people D's daddy mourned.
_ _ _ _ It wouldn't have been so bad _ [G] if that poor girl had died at home.
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[G] She's all I've got, [D] she's gone. _ _
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_ _ _ _ Now you see Curtis looking high, [G] _ _ _ [D] _ Curtis looking low.
_ _ _ He shot poor Delia down, good people, with [G] a fateful .44.
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [D] _ She's all I've [G] got, _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ high up on the [G] housetops, _ [D] _ as high as I can see.
_ _ _ Looking at those rounders [G] who were looking out for me.
_ _ [Em] _ [D] _ _ She's all [Bm] I've got.
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_ _ You can call out your rubber-tired [G]
taxis, _ _ [D] _ your double-seated hacks.
_ _ They took poor Delia to the graveyard well and [G] they failed to bring her back.
_ _ [D] _ _ She's all I've [G]
got, _ [D] she's gone. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ the judge, he said to [G] Curtis, _ _ [D] _ _ what's this noise about?
_ _ _ _ It's all about them rounders, [G] they're trying to cut me out.
_ _ [D] _ _ She's all [G] I've got, _ [D] she's gone. _ _
_ _ _ Oh, Curtis said to the [G] judge, _ _ _ [D] what might be my fine?
_ _ _ The judge, he said, poor boy, _ [G] you got 99. _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ She's all [G] I've got, _ [D] she's gone. _
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_ _ _ _ _ Curtis is in the [G] jailhouse, _ [D] _ _ drinking from an old tin cup.
_ _ _ _ Delia's in the graveyard, boy, [G] she may not never get up.
[E] _ _ [D] _ _ She's all [G] I've got, [D] she's gone. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [D] _ she's all I've got.
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_ I used to hear this song a whole lot, you know, and it was just another song that you'd hear.
_ _ I heard this Blind Willie McTell version of it and he sang this verse in it.
_ It made me think about the song.
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_ [D] I think this is one of those jailhouse songs, one of those songs that's supposed to be written by the man who commits the crime.
I think it's Curtis who writes it and I think he's the one who sings it.
_ _ _ He sings this.
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[G] Delia, Delia, _ [D] _ _ how could it be?
_ _ _ _ You loved all those rounders, _ [G] you never really did love me.
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She's all [Bm] I've got.
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_ _ _ _ He says, Delia, _ [G] _ Delia, [D] _ _ how could [G] it be?
_ _ [D] _ _ You loved all those rounders, [G] you never really did love me.
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She's all I've [Bm] got, _ [G] _ [D] _ she's gone. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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