Met my first love down in Texas
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In a club in San Anton'
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Both of us were lonely
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Had no one to call our own
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So we danced and laughed 'til closin' time
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And had no place to go
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So with the top pulled down we drove all night
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Ran off to Mexico
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But my blond-haired, blue-eyed cowboy
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Turned out to be bad news
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Disappeared one morning
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Left his old boots and the blues
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Now there's been so many others
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But none of them were true
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The only one I could count on to keep me
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Company is you
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Mr. Pain-- oh, it's you again
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Never really wanted us to be such friends
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You always seem to show up
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When I'm all alone
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That's when you move right in
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And make yourself at home
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Mr. Pain, oh, Mr. Pain
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Well, you'd think by now that I'd have learned
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To see through your disguise
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A heartache really shouldn't be
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So hard to recognize
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But you wear so many faces
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Every line is new
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And somehow I just always end up
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Wakin' up with you
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Mr. Pain-- oh, it's you again
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Never really wanted us to be such friends
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Never fail to find me when I'm all alone
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That's when you move right in
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And make yourself at home
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Mr. Pain, oh, Mr.Pain
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Mr. Pain
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The Judds |