Delta dawn, what's that flower you have on? Could it be a faded rose from days gone by? And did I hear you say he was meeting you here today To take you to his mansion in the sky? She's forty-one 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 for a mysterious dark-haired man In her younger days they called her Delta Dawn Prettiest woman you ever lit eyes on Then a man of low degree stood by her side And he promised her he'd take her for his ride Delta dawn, what's that flower you have on? Could it be a faded rose from days gone by? And did I hear you say he was meeting you here today To take you to his mansion in the sky? . . . Delta dawn, what's that flower you have on? Could it be a faded rose from days gone by? And did I hear you say he was meeting you here today To take you to his mansion in the sky? Delta dawn, what's that flower you have on? Could it be a faded rose from days gone by? And did I hear you say he was meeting you here today To take you to his mansion in the sky? . . . . . .
