Woorden: Clay Davidson. Plain Ol' Pain.

I got a good reason for bein' here
Drivin' by your house
Hopin' to catch a glimpse of you
Maybe talk our troubles out

Well, I've been makin' left turns
'Round and round your block
Circling since Sunday
Evening at six o'clock

Well, I know my behavior
Might seem a little strange
It's got a lot to do with losing you
And plain ol' pain

I got a good reason for bein' here
Where the music's loud
Hopin' to forget about you
And lookin' for a good time crowd

I think I'll shoot some doubles
And sit here at the bar
Well, I ain't goin' nowhere
I gave the bartender my car

Well, I know my behavior
Might seem a little strange
It's got a lot to do with losing you
And plain ol' pain

Well, it's a shootin', stabbin', gnawin'
Naggin', grindin', kind of hurt
An agonizing, memorizing
Constant hell on earth, it's plain ol' pain

I got a good reason for bein' here
Laying on this couch
For a hundred bucks an hour
I'm gonna sort my feelings out

The doctor says my problem
Is common but acute
And I won't get any better
Until I talk to you

It?s fear, emotion anguish
Induced by mental strain
In clinical words or laments terms
It?s plain ol' pain, plain ol' pain

It?s plain ol' pain, plain ol' pain
Plain ol' pain, plain ol' pain
Plain ol' pain