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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