Lights in the parlor fires in the grate
Clock on the mantle says its getting late
Curtains on the window snowy white
The parlors 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

Chicken in the bread bin 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

Lights a burning dim fire’s a getting low
Somebody says its time to go
I hear the whisper gentle and light
Don't forget to come next Sunday night

My old Missus swore to me
When she died shed set me free
She lived so long her head got bald
She took a notion not to die at all