Lyrics Ida Red - Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys

Light in the parlor, fire in the grate
Clock on the mantle says it's getting late
Curtains on the window snowy white
The parlor is 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 tray, 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

Light's a-burning, dim fire's a-getting low
Somebody says it's 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