#

Subject: Ida Red


 Ida Red (Bob Wills)

 

 Light in the parlor, farâ in the grate

 Clock on the mantle sayinâ itâs a gettinâ late

 The curtains on the window, snowy white

 The parlor is pleasant on a Sunday night

 

 Ida Red, Ida Red, Iâm plum fool about Ida Red

 

 A lamp on the table, a picture on the wall 

 Thatâs pretty sofa and thatâs not all

 If Iâm not mistaken Iâm shoreâ Iâm right

 Aâ somebody else in the parlor tonight

 

 Ida Red, Ida Red, Iâm plum fool about Ida Red

 

 (Yea·ahh now·)

 

 Chicken in the breadtray a peckinâ out dough

 Granny will your dog bite? No chilâ no

 Hurry up boys and donât fool arounâ

 Grab you a partner anâ truck on down

 

 Ida Red, Ida Red, Iâm plum fool about Ida Red

 

 (Ida Red, here comes your boyfriend·yes, sir·)

 (That olâ Jr., get it?·ahh·)

 

 Lights a burninâ dim, the farâs a gettinâ low

 Somebody says itâs time to go

 I hear a whisper gentle and light

 Donât forget to come back Sunday night

 

 Ida Red, Ida Red, Iâm plum fool about Ida Red