Ida Red

Lights in the parlor, fire in the grate
 Clock on the mantle says it gettin' late
 Curtain in the window, snowy white
 Parlour's pleasant on a Sunday night
 Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
 Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
 Ah now, that old piano, yeah
 Lamps on the table, pictures on the wall
 A pretty sofa and that ain't all
 If I'm not mistaken I sure am right
 Somebody else in the parlor tonight
 Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
 Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
 Chicken in a bread pan pickin' out dough
 Granny, will your dog bite? No, child no
 Hurry up boys now, don't be slow
 You hit a corner and you was a while ago
 Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
 Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
 My old mistress promised me
 That when she died she'd set me free
 But she lived so long that her head got bald
 Taking the the notion not to die at all
 Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
 Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
 All the little mandolins, biggest little instruments in the word (yeah)
 Lights burnin' dim, fire's gettin' low
 Somebody says it's time to go
 I hear a whisper, gentle and light
 Don't forget to come back Saturday night
 Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
 Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red