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
Ida Red, Ida Red, Im plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, Im plum fool about Ida Red
Lamp on the table, picture on the wall
Theres a pretty sofa and that aint all
If Im not mistaken I sure am right
Somebody else in the parlor tonight
Ida Red, Ida Red, Im plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, Im plum fool about Ida Red
Chicken in a bread pan pickin out dough
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child no
Hurry up boys now, dont you be slow
Yall in a girdle like you was awhile ago
Ida Red, Ida Red, Im plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, Im plum fool about Ida Red
My old mistress promised me
That when she died shed set me free
But she lived so long that her head got bald
Took the the notion not to die at all
Ida Red, Ida Red, Im plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, Im plum fool about Ida Red
Lights grow dim, fires gettin low
Somebody said its time to go
I hear a whisper, gentle and light
Dont forget to come back Saturday night
Ida Red, Ida Red, Im plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, Im plum fool about Ida Red