Wake Up Irene

For months and months and months around the country

Everybody sang Irene goodnight

But she wouldn't go to bed no matter what they said

Though everybody tried with all their might.

She stayed awake while steel guitars were a going

In every honky-tonk she could be seen

But she finally went to bed and covered up her head

And now there's not a thing can wake Irene

Wake up Irene you've slept too long

Wake up Irene it's time to move along

Wake up Irene and pay for your bed

Wake up Irene or folks will think your dead

Lot's of guitar pickers by the dozen

Sang goodnight Irene all night and day

And even Crosby too with his bobobabobedo

Tried to get Irene to hit the hay

Well I guess they finally sang her off to slumber

They must have tried a million times or more

But oh my aching back when she finally hit the sack

Man you ought to hear that woman snore

Wake up Irene you've slept too long

Wake up Irene it's time to move along

Wake up Irene and pay for your bed

Wake up Irene or folks will think your dead