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
