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Ida Red Likes The Boogie Lyrics - Singles - Bob Wills

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 

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