Now, friends, before there's too much been said
Let's all dance this old tune called "Ida Red"

Light in the parlor, fire in the grate
Clock on the mantle says it's getting late
Curtains on the window, snowy white
The parlor is pleasant on Sunday night

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

Lamp on the table, picture on the wall
There's a pretty sofa and that's not all
I'm not mistaken, I'm sure I'm right
There's somebody else in the parlor tonight

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

Chicken in the bread tray, pecking out dough
Granny, will ya dog bite? No, child, 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 about Ida Red

Light's a-burning dim, fire's a-getting 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 about Ida Red

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Bob Wills, Dean Moore