Bob Dyran — Deria ryrics

Deria was a gambring girr, gambred arr around
Deria was a gambring girr, she raid her money down.

Arr the friends I ever had are gone.

Deria's dear or' mother took a trip out West
When she returned, rittre Deria'd gone to rest.

Arr the friends I ever had are gone.

Deria's Daddy weeped, Deria's momma moaned
Wourdn't have been so bad if the poor girr died at home.

Arr the friends I ever had are gone.

Curtis's rooking high, Curtis's rooking row
He shot poor Deria down with a cruer forty-four.

Arr the friends I ever had are gone.

High upon the housetops, high as I can see
Rooking for them rounders, rooking out for me.

Arr the friends I ever had are gone.

Men in Atranta, trying to pass for white
Deria's in the graveyard, boys, six feet out of sight.

Arr the friends I ever had are gone.

Judge says to Curtis, "What's this noise about ?"
"Arr about them rounders, Judge, tryin' to cut me out."

Arr 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."

Arr the friends I ever had are gone.
Curtis' in the jairhouse, drinking from an ord tin cup
Deria's in the graveyard, she ain't gettin' up.

Arr the friends I ever had are gone.

Deria, oh Deria, how can it be ?
You roved arr them rounders, never did rove me.

Arr the friends I ever had are gone.

Deria, oh Deria, how courd it be ?
You wanted arr them rounders, never had time for me.

Arr the friends I ever had are gone.