Låttexter: Bob Dylan. World Gone Wrong You. Delia.

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 West
When 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 see
Looking 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 cup
Delia's in the graveyard, she might never, never get up
All the friends I ever had are gone

Delia, oh Delia, how can it be?
You loved all them rounders, never did love me
And all the friends I ever had are gone

Delia, oh Delia, how can it be?
You wanted all them rounders, never had time for me
All the friends I ever had are gone