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(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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Written by Bob Wills