Текст песни Clay Davidson - Plain Ol` Pain
Clay Davidson - Plain Ol` Pain слова песни
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 behaviour 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, mesmorizing 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.