COWPIE Country Music Lyrics
wills bob
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# Subject: Ida Red Ida Red (Bob Wills) Light in the parlor, farā in the grate Clock on the mantle sayinā itās a gettinā late The curtains on the window, snowy white The parlor is pleasant on a Sunday night Ida Red, Ida Red, Iām plum fool about Ida Red A lamp on the table, a picture on the wall Thatās pretty sofa and thatās not all If Iām not mistaken Iām shoreā Iām right Aā somebody else in the parlor tonight Ida Red, Ida Red, Iām plum fool about Ida Red (Yea·ahh now·) Chicken in the breadtray a peckinā out dough Granny will your dog bite? No chilā no Hurry up boys and donāt fool arounā Grab you a partner anā truck on down Ida Red, Ida Red, Iām plum fool about Ida Red (Ida Red, here comes your boyfriend·yes, sir·) (That olā Jr., get it?·ahh·) Lights a burninā dim, the farās a gettinā low Somebody says itās time to go I hear a whisper gentle and light Donāt forget to come back Sunday night Ida Red, Ida Red, Iām plum fool about Ida Red
