This is the work of Tim Ausburn. This is Bob Wills most common version of
the song "Ida Red."
Lights in the parlor, fires in the grate,
Clock on the mantle says it's a'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.
Chicken in the bread pan 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.
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.
Light's a'burnin' dim, fires 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.