Chords for Delia Bob Dylan Cover

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_ Divya was a gambling girl, _ _ _ gambled all around. _
_ _ [A] Divya was a [G] gambling girl, _ _ _ she laid her money down.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ All the [A] friends I ever had [D] are gone. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Divya's dear old mother _ _ _ took her trip out west.
But when [A] she returned, [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
little Divya's gone to rest. _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ All the [A] friends I ever [D] had are gone. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Divya's daddy weak, _ _ _ Divya's mama old. _
It wouldn't have been [F#m] so [G] bad _ _ _ if the poor girl died at home.
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All the friends I [A] ever had [D] are gone. _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ Curtis looking _ high, _ _ Curtis looking _ low.
He [A] shot poor [G] Divya down _ with a cruel .44.
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All the friends [A] I ever had are [D] gone. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ High upon the _ housetop, _ _ high as I can see.
_ Looking [A]
for them [G] runners, _ _ _ _ _ looking out for me. _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ All the [A] friends I ever had are [D] gone. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Men in Atlanta _ trying _ [G] to pass for [D] white.
_ The [A] yellows in the graveyard [G] _
boys, _ _ six feet out of sight.
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All the friends I ever had are gone. _
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_ Judge says [G] to Curtis, [D] _ _
_ what's this noise about? _
[G] All around [A] about them runners just _ trying to cook me out.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ All the friends I [A] ever had [D] are gone. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Curtis said to the judge, _ what might be my crime?
_ The [A] judge says, [G] poor old boy, _ _ you've got 99. _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ All the friends I ever [A] had [D] are gone. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Curtis in [G] the jailhouse, _ [D] _ drinking from an old tin cup.
_ _ _ The [A] yellows in the graveyard, [G] _ _ _ _ _ she ain't getting up.
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All the friends [A] I ever [D] had are gone. _ _
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_ _ Dear Divya, oh [G] Divya, _ _ _ how can it be?
_ You loved [A] all them [G] runners, _ _ _ _ _ and they loved me.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ All [A] the friends I ever [D] had are gone. _ _
_ _ _ _ Dear Divya, [G] oh Divya, [D] _ _ how can it be?
_ _ [G] You [A] wanted all [F#m] them runners, [G] _ _ _ never had time for me.
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_ All [A] the friends I ever [D] had are gone.
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