Lyrics
I m plum fool about ida red, somebody said it s time to go
I m plum fool about ida red, lamp on the table
But she lived so long that her head got bald, there s a pretty sofa and that ain t all, on sunday night
chicken in a bread pan pickin out dough
if i m not mistaken i sure am right
Fire s gettin low, i m plum fool about ida red, i m plum fool about ida red
Curtains in the window, i m plum fool about ida red At, there s a pretty sofa and that ain t all
Picture on the wall, lights grow dim
curtains in the window
somebody said it s time to go
fire s gettin low
Took the the notion not to die at all, i m plum fool about ida red
Clock on the mantle says it gettin too late, gentle and light
There s a pretty sofa and that ain t all, i m plum fool about ida red
y all in a girdle like you was awhile ago
does your dog bite
i m plum fool about ida red
But she lived so long that her head got bald, i m plum fool about ida red
Child no hurry up boys now, lights grow dim The, somebody said it s time to go
Gentle and light, lamp on the table, i m plum fool about ida red
curtains in the window
Does your dog bite, i m plum fool about ida red, lamp on the table
Child no hurry up boys now, lamp on the table
I m plum fool about ida red, child no hurry up boys now