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 '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