Lyrics

It's a hell of a thing
When you wake up soaking wet in the middle of the night
Sweatin' through your sheets and a-wodnerin' how to make everything alright
That's a hell of a thing
That's a hell of thing
When you wake up in the morning with a pounding in your head
Dog ate the paper and the coffee's cold, and you wish that you were dead
That's a hell of a thing
That's a hell of a thing

Sometimes I wish
That I could just lay down and rest my bones
Without the hummin' of my Frigidaire, or the ringin' of my telephone
I'd like to listen to the radio
But these days they just won't play those lonesome fiddle tones
Or them old steel guitar moans
And that's a hell of a thing

When your boss says it's five o'clock, just to go on home
And whether you go, or whether you stay, you know you're gonna be alone
That's a hell of a thing
That's a hell of a thing

When no matter what you do, you just can't make ends meet
And the holes in your soul they match the holes, in the shoes that are on your feet
That's a hell of a thing
That's a hell of a thing

Sometimes I wish
That I could just lay down and rest my bones
Without the hummin' of my Frigidaire, or the ringing of my telephone
I'd like to listen to the radio
But these days they just won't play those lonesome fiddle tones
Or them old steel guitar moans
And that's a hell of a thing

When Mr. Moon beats out the clouds to shine so bright
And he's shining on the water like a million diamonds, and just for a little while
Everything is just alright
Everything is just alright

Yeah that's a hell of a thing

But sometimes I wish
That I could just lay down and rest my bones
Without the hummin' of my Frigidaire, or the ringin' of my telephone
I'd like to listen to the radio
But these days they just won't play those lonesome fiddle tones
Or them old steel guitar moans