Ida Red

Now, friends, before there's too much been said Let's all dance this old tune called "Ida Red" 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 about Ida Red Lamp on the table, picture on the wall There's a pretty sofa and that's not all I'm not mistaken, I'm sure I'm right There's somebody else in the parlor tonight Ida Red, Ida Red I'm a plumb fool about 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 about 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 about Ida Red --- Ida Red - Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys