Delta Dawn, what’s that flower you have on?

Could it be a faded rose from days gane by?

And did I hear you say

he was a meeting you here today

to take you to his mansion in the sky?

She’s fortyone and her daddy still calls her baby

all the folks around Brownsville say she’s crazy

cause she walks around town

with a suitcase in her hand,

looking tor a mysterious dark-haired man.

In her younger days they called her Delta Dawn,

prettiest woman you ever laid eyes on,

then a man of low degree

stood by her side and promised

her he’d take her tor his bride.