Ida Red - Remix

Lights in the parlor, fire in the grate
Clock on the mantle says it gettin' late
Curtain in the window, snowy white
Parlour's pleasant on a Sunday night

Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Ah now, that old piano, yeah

Lamps on the table, pictures on the wall
A pretty sofa and that ain't all
If I'm not mistaken I sure am right
Somebody else in the parlor tonight

Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red

Chicken in a bread pan pickin' out dough
Granny, will your dog bite? No, child no
Hurry up boys now, don't be slow
You hit a corner and you was a while ago

Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red

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

Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
All the little mandolins, biggest little instruments in the word (yeah)

Lights burnin' dim, fire's gettin' low
Somebody says it's time to go
I hear a whisper, gentle and light
Don't forget to come back Saturday night

Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red