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  1. Ida Red

From the recording Ida Red

Lyrics

 
Light in the parlor, fire in the grate
Clock on the mantle 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 plumb fool 'bout Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm a plumb fool 'bout Ida Red
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Lamp on the table, picture on the wall
There's a pretty sofa and that's not all
If I'm not mistaken I'm sure I'm right
Somebody else is in the parlor tonight
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm a plumb fool 'bout Ida Red (2)
 
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Chicken in a bread tray peckin' out dough
Granny will your dog bite, no chil’ no
Hurry up boys and don't fool around
Grab your partner, truck on down
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm a plumb fool 'bout Ida Red (2)
 
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My ol' Missus swore to me
When she died she'd set me free
She lived so long till her head got bald
She took a notion not to die at all
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm a plumb fool 'bout Ida Red (2)
 

Lights burning dim, fire burning low
Somebody says it’s time to go
I hear a whisper gentle and light
Don’t forget to come next Sunday night
Ida Red, Ida Red I'm a plumb fool 'bout Ida Red (2)