Oldtime Stringband

Ida Red, she lives in town, weighs three hundred and forty pounds
Down the road and across the creek, can't get a letter but once a week.

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Ida Red, Ida blue,
I got stuck on Ida, too.
Ida Red, Ida brown,
Prettiest girl in a hundred towns.

Bought me a wagon made of lead, goin' down to see my little Ida Red.
Ida Red, she won't do right, won't do nothin' but quarrel and fight.

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Down the road 'bout a mile and a half, can't see my honey but I hear her laugh.
Ida Red she ain't no fool, ya can't put a saddle on a hump-backed mule.

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Goin' to town with my hat in my hand, hello sheriff, I've killed a man.
Ida Red a'workin' on the road; workin' for the money for to pay her board.

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