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Wills Bob - Ida Red Wills Bob - Ida Red |
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E Lights in the parlor, fire’s in the grate,
Clock on the mantle says it’s B7 gettin’ E late.
Curtains on the window, snowy white,
The parlor’s pleasant on B7 Sunday E night
CHORUS
E Ida Red, Ida Red,
I’m a plumb fool ‘bout B7 Ida E Red
Lamp on the table, picture on the wall,
There’s a pretty sofa and B7 that’s not E all,
If I’m not mistaken and I’m sure I’m right,
They’s somebody else in the B7 parlor to- E night.
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Chicken in the bread bin peckin’ out dough,
Granny will ya dog bite? B7 “No, chile, E no.
Hurry up boys and don’t fool around,
Grab your partner and B7 truck on E down.
CHORUS...
Lights a’burnin’ dim, fire’s a’gettin’ low,
Somebody says it’s B7 time to E go.
I hear the whisper, gentle and light,
Don’t forget to come next B7 Sunday E night.
CHORUS...
My ol’ Missus swore to me,
When she died she’d B7 set me E free.
She lived so long her head got bald,
She took a notion not to B7 die at E all.
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