Written by Bob Wills
(Bob Willis & The Texas Playboys) 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. {Thanks to [email protected] for tabs}