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Met my first love
Down in Texas
In a club in San Antone
Both of us were lonely
Had no one to call our own
But my blond-haired,
Blue-eyed cowboy
Turned out to be bad news
Disappeared one mornin'

Ran off to Mexico
Now there's been

Turned out to be bad news
Disappeared one mornin'
Left his old boots
And the blues
Oh, it's you again
Never really wanted us

To be such friends
Show up when I'm all alone
That's when you

Move right in
And make
yourself at home
Oh Mr. Pain
Well, you'd think by now

That I'd have learned
To see through
your disguise
Every line is new
And somehow

ljust always end up
Wakin' up with you
That's when you

Never really wanted us
To be such friends
Never fail to find me
When I'm all alone
That's when you
Move right in
And make yourself at home

Mr. Pain
Oh Mr. Pain
Oh... Mr. Pain
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Title
Mr. Pain
Artist
The Judds
Brand
Harris Studios
Code
VH66-08
Genres
country, traditional country