Hank Thompson¡¯s Wake up Irene.
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For months and months and months around the country
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Everybody sang Irene goodnight
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But she wouldn¡¯t go to bed no matter what they said though everybody tried with all their might.
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She stayed awake while steel guitars were a going
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In every honky-tonk she could be seen
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but she finally went to bed and covered up her head and now there¡¯s not a thing can wake Irene
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Wakeup Irene you¡¯ve sleep to long Wakeup Irene it¡¯s time to move along
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Wakeup Irene and pay for your bed Wakeup Irene or folks will think your dead
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Lot¡¯s of guitar pickers by the dozen Sang goodnight Irene all night and day
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And even Crosby too with his bobobabobedo tried to get Irene to hit the hay
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Well I guess they finally sang her off to slumber
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They must have tried a million times or more
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But oh my aching back when she finally hit the sack man you ought to hear that women snore
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Wakeup Irene you¡¯ve sleep to long Wakeup Irene it¡¯s time to move along
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Wakeup Irene and pay for your bed Wakeup Irene or folks will think your dead
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Wake Up Irene
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| Hank Thompson |
