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Lights in the parlor, fire's in the grate,
Clock on the mantle says it's gettin' late.
Curtains on the window, snowy white,
The parlor's 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,
They's somebody else in the parlor tonight.

Ida Red, Ida Red,
I'm a plumb fool 'bout Ida Red

Chicken in the bread bin peckin' out dough,
Granny will ya dog bite? No, chile, 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

Lights a'burnin' dim, fire's a'gettin' 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

My ol' Missus swore to me,
When she died she'd set me free.
She lived so long her head got bald,
She took a notion not to die at all.

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