Light's in the parlor, fire's in the grate,
Clock on the mantle says it's a gettin' late,
Curtains on the window, snowy white,
The parlor's is pleasant on Sunday night.
Ida Red, Ida Red,
I'm a plumb fool 'bout Ida Red x2
Lamp on the table, picture on the wall,
There's a pretty sofa and that's not all,
Farmer Brown picking them showing them right
Somebody else in the parlor tonight.
My old woman promised me
When she died she'd set me free
She lived so long her head got bald
Then decided not to die at all
Granny will ya dog bite, no chile no,
Grab your girl & dosido
Hurry up boys and don't fool around,
Grab your girl and truck on down.
Light's a-burnin' dim, fires a-gettin' low
Somebody whispered it's time to go,
I hear the whisper, tender and light
Don't forget to come next Sunday night