Ida Red Lyrics

(Bob Willis & The Texas Playboys)
Lights in the parlor, fires in the grate,
Clock on the mantle says its gettin late.
Curtains on the window, snowy white,
The parlors pleasant on Sunday night
Ida Red, Ida Red,
Im a plumb fool bout Ida Red
Lamp on the table, picture on the wall,
Theres a pretty sofa and thats not all,
If Im not mistaken and Im sure Im right,
Theys somebody else in the parlor to- night.
Chicken in the bread bin peckin out dough,
Granny will ya dog bite? No, chile, no.
Hurry up boys and dont fool around,
Grab your partner and truck on down.
Lights aburnin dim, fires agettin low,
Somebody says its time to go.
I hear the whisper, gentle and light,
Dont forget to come next Sunday night.
My ol 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.
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