Ida Red
Lightin' the parlor, firein' the great clock
On the mantel, sayin' it's a-gettin' late
Curtains on the windows, snowy white
The parlor is pleasant on Sunday night
Ida Red, Ida Red
I'm a plump fool about Ida Red
Chicken in the bread tray, packin' out dough
Granny, will your dog bite? No, child
Hurry up, boys, and don't fool around
*** your partner and truck on down
Ida Red, Ida Red
I'm a plump fool about Ida Red
Lamp on the table, a picture on the wall
There's a pretty sofa and that's not all
I'm not mistaken, I'm sure I'm right
Some other old boys in the parlor tonight
Ida Red, Ida Red
I'm a plump fool about Ida Red
Oh, look out, Bill, here comes Father
My old mistress swore to me
When she died, she'd set me free
She lived so long till her head got bald
Taken to know she's not to die at all
Ida Red, Ida Red
I'm a plump fool about Ida Red
Hurry up, boys, and don't be slow
Meetin' your partner, do-si-do
Ah, oh, an old cowboy
Lights are burnin' ***, the fires are gettin' low
Somebody says it's time to go
I hear the whisper, gentle and light
Don't forget to come next Saturday night
Ida Red, Ida Red
I'm a plump fool about Ida Red