Ida Red
Asleep At The Wheel Feat. Jody Nix Huey Lewis Willie Nelson And Ray Benson Lyrics
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Clock on the mantle says it gettin' too late
Curtains in the window, snowy white
(Incomprehensible) on Sunday night
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
There's a pretty sofa and that ain't all
If I'm not mistaken I sure am right
Somebody else in the parlor tonight
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Chicken in a bread pan pickin' out dough
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child no
Hurry up boys now, don't you be slow
Y'all in a girdle like you was awhile ago
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
My old mistress promised me
That when she died she'd set me free
But she lived so long that her head got bald
Took the the notion not to die at all
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Lights grow 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
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
The opening stanza of Asleep At The Wheel's song Ida Red creates a sense of warmth and homeliness, with the light in the parlor, fire in the grate, and curtains drawn on a snowy Sunday night. However, as the song progresses, it becomes apparent that something is amiss. The singer notices a lamp on the table, picture on the wall, and a pretty sofa, but also realizes that "somebody else [is] in the parlor tonight." This revelation turns the song's tone from cozy to apprehensive as the singer's affection for Ida Red becomes clear. The final stanza ties up the song, with the dimming lights and low fire signaling a desire to leave, but the gentle whisper urging the singer to return next Saturday night.
Line by Line Meaning
Light in the parlor, fire in the grate
The room is well-lit and warm
Clock on the mantle says it gettin' too late
The time is getting late
Curtains in the window, snowy white
The curtains on the window are white
(Incomprehensible) on Sunday night
Something vague is happening on a Sunday night
Ida Red, Ida Red, I'm plum fool about Ida Red
The singer is crazy about Ida Red
Lamp on the table, picture on the wall
There's a lamp on the table and a picture on the wall
There's a pretty sofa and that ain't all
There's also a pretty sofa in the room
If I'm not mistaken I sure am right
The singer is confident in what they're sensing
Somebody else in the parlor tonight
There's someone else in the room
Chicken in a bread pan pickin' out dough
Someone is picking dough from a bread pan
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child no
A child is asking if Granny's dog bites and Granny says it doesn't
Hurry up boys now, don't you be slow
The boys are being urged to hurry up
Y'all in a girdle like you was awhile ago
The boys are being teased about dressing up like girls in the past
My old mistress promised me
The singer had a mistress who promised them something
That when she died she'd set me free
The mistress promised to set the singer free after she died
But she lived so long that her head got bald
The mistress lived so long her head became bald
Took the the notion not to die at all
The mistress decided she didn't want to die at all
Lights grow dim, fire's gettin' low
The lights and fire are getting dim
Somebody said it's time to go
Someone said it's time to leave
I hear a whisper, gentle and light
The singer hears a soft whisper
Don't forget to come back Saturday night
Someone reminds the singer to come back on Saturday night
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dean Moore, Bob Wills
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