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 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 you're dead      Lot?s of guitar pickers by the dozen   Sang 'Goodnight Irene' all night and day   And even Crosby too with his bo bo bo bo be do   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 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 you're dead