Ida Red کے بول

Lights in the parlor fires in the grate Clock on the mantle says its getting late Curtains on the window snowy white The parlors pleasant on Sunday night Ida Red Ida Red I'm a plumb fool bout Ida Red Lamp on the table picture on the wall There's a pretty sofa and that's not all If I’m not mistaken and I’m sure I’m right There's somebody else in the parlor tonight Chicken in the bread bin pecking out dough Granny will ya dog bite no child no Hurry up boys and don’t fool around Grab your partner and truck on down Lights a burning dim fire’s a getting low Somebody says its time to go I hear the whisper gentle and light Don't forget to come next Sunday night My old Missus swore to me When she died shed set me free She lived so long her head got bald She took a notion not to die at all