Light in the parlor, fire in the grate Clock on the mantle says it's gettin' late Curtains on the window, snowy white The Parlor's pleasant on Sunday night Chor : 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 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