Ida Red

Lights in the parlor fires in the grate
 Clock on the mantle says its getting late
 Curtains on the window snowy white
 The parlors pleasant on Sunday night
 Ida Red Ida Red
 I'm a plumb fool bout Ida Red
 Lamp on the table picture on the wall
 There's a pretty sofa and that's not all
 If I'm not mistaken and I'm sure I'm right
 There's somebody else in the parlor tonight
 Ida Red Ida Red
 I'm a plumb fool bout Ida Red
 Chicken in the bread bin pecking out dough
 Granny will ya dog bite no child no
 Hurry up boys and don't fool around
 Grab your partner and truck on down
 Ida Red Ida Red
 I'm a plumb fool bout Ida Red
 Lights a burning dim fire's a getting low
 Somebody says its time to go
 I hear the whisper gentle and light
 Don't forget to come next Sunday night
 Ida Red Ida Red
 I'm a plumb fool bout Ida Red
 My old Missus swore to me
 When she died shed set me free
 She lived so long her head got bald
 She took a notion not to die at all
 Ida Red Ida Red
 I'm a plumb fool bout Ida Red