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One of those old-time ballads that was probably performed by many blues artists at dances during the late 19th century and into the 1920's. Even though the recordings are primarily Hillbilly Blues.
IDA RED. AKA- "Idy Red." Old-Time, Breakdown. USA; West Virginia, southwest Virginia, Kentucky, north Georgia, Alabama, Arkansas, Oklahoma, Texas. A Major (Kuntz, Phillips): G Major (Krassen, Titon). AEae or Standard tuning (fiddle). AB: AABB (Krassen). Ida Red was originally supposed to have been an African-American bad man, but the gender of the character in most versions is feminine or androgynous. Jeff Titon (2001) believes the lyrics suggest an African-American or minstrel origin. The tune, which varies widely in its melodic content although retains distinctive cadences, was recorded for the Library of Congress by musicologist/folklorist Vance Randolph from Ozark Mountain fiddlers in the early 1940's. Riley Pucket's (north Georgia) version of the tune, released in 1926, became the second best-selling country music record for the year. Kentucky fiddler Jim Bowles plays a cross-tuned version. Titon records that the tune was included in the 1915 Berea College students' tune lists, but was not played in any of the Berea, Kentucky, fiddle contests of the era.
Ida Red who lives uptown, weighs three hundred and forty pounds,
Down the road and 'cross the creek, don't get a letter but once a week.
Refrain
Ida Red, pearly blue,
My little honey don't I love you.
I don't know and I don't care, know there's hard times everywhere,
Ida Red you won't do right, won't do nothin' but quarrel and fight.
Down the road hat in my hand, hello sheriff I've killed my man,
Ida Red you won't do right, won't do nothin' but quarrel and fight.
Down the road a mile and a half, my little honey looks back and laughs,
Ida Red you're workin on the road, work enough money to buy a load.
Ida Red, Ida Blue, Ida bit a hoecake half in two,
If I'd a-listened to what Ida said, I'd a-been sleepin' in Ida's bed. . . . {Kuntz}
www.loc.gov/item/afccc.a4203b3/
One of those old-time ballads that was probably performed by many blues artists at dances during the late 19th century and into the 1920's. Even though the recordings are primarily Hillbilly Blues.
IDA RED. AKA- "Idy Red." Old-Time, Breakdown. USA; West Virginia, southwest Virginia, Kentucky, north Georgia, Alabama, Arkansas, Oklahoma, Texas. A Major (Kuntz, Phillips): G Major (Krassen, Titon). AEae or Standard tuning (fiddle). AB: AABB (Krassen). Ida Red was originally supposed to have been an African-American bad man, but the gender of the character in most versions is feminine or androgynous. Jeff Titon (2001) believes the lyrics suggest an African-American or minstrel origin. The tune, which varies widely in its melodic content although retains distinctive cadences, was recorded for the Library of Congress by musicologist/folklorist Vance Randolph from Ozark Mountain fiddlers in the early 1940's. Riley Pucket's (north Georgia) version of the tune, released in 1926, became the second best-selling country music record for the year. Kentucky fiddler Jim Bowles plays a cross-tuned version. Titon records that the tune was included in the 1915 Berea College students' tune lists, but was not played in any of the Berea, Kentucky, fiddle contests of the era.
Ida Red who lives uptown, weighs three hundred and forty pounds,
Down the road and 'cross the creek, don't get a letter but once a week.
Refrain
Ida Red, pearly blue,
My little honey don't I love you.
I don't know and I don't care, know there's hard times everywhere,
Ida Red you won't do right, won't do nothin' but quarrel and fight.
Down the road hat in my hand, hello sheriff I've killed my man,
Ida Red you won't do right, won't do nothin' but quarrel and fight.
Down the road a mile and a half, my little honey looks back and laughs,
Ida Red you're workin on the road, work enough money to buy a load.
Ida Red, Ida Blue, Ida bit a hoecake half in two,
If I'd a-listened to what Ida said, I'd a-been sleepin' in Ida's bed. . . . {Kuntz}