^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.