Plain Ol' Pain Songtext
von Clay Davidson

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