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, I'm plum fool about Ida Red   Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red      Lamp on the table, picture on the wall   There's 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, does your dog bite? No, child no   Hurry up boys now, don't you be slow   Y'all in a girdle like you was awhile 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   Took 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      Lights grow dim, fire's gettin' low   Somebody said 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