Lyrics

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 'bout Ida red 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 Ida red, Ida red I'm a plumb fool 'bout 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 'bout 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 'bout Ida red
Writer(s): Bob Wills Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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