(Bob Willis & The Texas Playboys)  
   
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. 
 
Chorus 
 
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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