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 sleep to 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 you're 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 women snore
Wake up, Irene
You've sleep to 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 you're dead