Bob Wills — Ida Red

[Intro] Now, friends, before there's too much been said Let's all dance this old tune called "Ida Red" [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] Ida Red, Ida Red I'm a plumb fool 'bout Ida Red [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] Ida Red, Ida Red I'm a plumb fool 'bout Ida Red [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] Ida Red, Ida Red I'm a plumb fool 'bout Ida Red [Verse 4] 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 [Chorus] Ida Red, Ida Red I'm a plumb fool 'bout Ida Red [Outro] Ida