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Light in the parlor, fire in the grate  
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Clock on the mantle says it's gettin' late  
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Curtains on the window, snowy white  
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The Parlor's pleasant on Sunday night   
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Chor : Ida Red, Ida Red  
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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 parlour tonight  
  
Chicken in a bread pan pickin' out dough  
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child no 
Hurry up boys and don't fool around  
Grab your partner and truck on down  
  
My ol' Missus swore to me  
When she died she'd set me free  
She lived so long her head got bald  
She took a notion not to die at all  
  
Light's growin' 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