Ida Red (Asleep at the Wheel)
Lights in the parlor, farā in the grate
Clock on the mantle says itās a gettinā late
Curtain in the window, snowy white
Parlorās pleasant on a Sunday night
Ida Red, Ida Red, Iām plum fool about Ida Red
Ida Red, Ida Red, Iām plum fool about Ida Red
(Ah now...that olā piano·yea·)
Lamps on the table, pictures on the wall
Iām pretty sober and that aināt all
If Iām not mistaken I shoreā am right
Aā somebody else in the parlor tonight
Chorus
(Ahh ·yea)
Chicken in the breadpan peckinā out dough
Granny will your dog bite? No chilā no
Hurry up boys now and donāt be slow
You aināt a goinā anā you was awhile ago
Chorus
Now my olā mistress promised me
That when she died sheād set me free
She lived so long that her head got bald
Takenā the notion not to die at all
Chorus
(Ah them little mandolins·
The biggest little instruments in the world·yea·)
Lights burninā dim, farās a gettinā low
Somebody says itās time to go
I hear a whisper gentle and light
Donāt forget to come back Saturday night
Chorus
