Bob Wills
Ida Red
[Verse 1]
Light in the parlor, fire in the grate
Clock on the mantle says it gettin' too late
Curtains in the window, snowy white
[Incomprehensible] on Sunday night

[Chorus]
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red

[Verse 2]
Lamp on the table, picture on the wall
There's a pretty sofa and that ain't all
If I'm not mistaken I sure am right
Somebody else in the parlor tonight

[Chorus]
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red

[Verse 3]
Chicken in a bread pan pickin' out dough
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no
Hurry up, boys, now, don't you be slow
Y'all in a girdle like you was awhile ago
[Chorus]
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red

[Verse 4]
My old mistress promised me
That when she died she'd set me free
But she lived so long that her head got bald
Took the notion not to die at all

[Chorus]
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red

[Verse 5]
Lights grow dim, fire's gettin' low
Somebody said it's time to go
I hear a whisper, gentle and light
Don't forget to come back Saturday night

[Chorus]
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red