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Light in the parlor, fire in the grate |
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Clock on the mantle says it gettin' too late |
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Curtains in the window, snowy white |
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[Incomprehensible] on Sunday night |
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Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red |
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Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red |
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Lamp on the table, picture on the wall |
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There's a pretty sofa and that ain't all |
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If I'm not mistaken I sure am right |
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Somebody else in the parlor tonight |
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Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red |
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Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red |
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Chicken in a bread pan pickin' out dough |
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Granny, does your dog bite? No, child no |
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Hurry up boys now, don't you be slow |
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Y'all in a girdle like you was awhile ago |
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Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red |
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Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red |
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My old mistress promised me |
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That when she died she'd set me free |
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But she lived so long that her head got bald |
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Took the the notion not to die at all |
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Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red |
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Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red |
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Lights grow dim, fire's gettin' low |
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Somebody said it's time to go |
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I hear a whisper, gentle and light |
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Don't forget to come back Saturday night |
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Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red |
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Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red |
