The 100 Greatest Bands of all time - #64 Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys
Granny, will your dog bite? No, child, no.
Ida Red, Ida Red
I'm a plumb fool 'bout Ida Red.
Moon in all your splendor, know only my heart.
Call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone.
Lips so sweet and tender like petals falling apart.
Speak once again of my love, my own.
Stay all night, Stay a little longer.
Dance all night, Dance a little longer
Pull off your coat, throw it in the corner
I don't see why you don't stay a little longer.