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