Light in the parlor, fire in the grate
Clock on the mantle says it's getting late
Curtains on the window snowy white
The parlor is 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
Ida red, Ida red

I'm a plumb fool 'bout Ida red
Chicken in the bread tray, 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
Ida red, Ida red

I'm a plumb fool 'bout Ida red
Light's a-burning, dim fire's a-getting low
Somebody says it's time to go
I hear the whisper gentle and light
Don't forget to come next Sunday night
Ida red, Ida red

I'm a plumb fool 'bout Ida red