Lyrics

Misery Loves Company (Southern Lit)
by Deborah Wilbrink c. 2013 (BMI)

I headed South to renew my roots, dressed in shorts and cowgirl boots
But all I found was Misery; and Misery, she loves company.

“Look-a here sister, drag up a chair…”
But the porch she set on was naked and bare
Squatted on the steps, pulled on the bottle
And out poured tales, wailing full throttle
As I Lay Dying, Their Eyes Were Watching God
To Kill a Mockingbird, In Cold, Wise Blood
President’s Daughter, All the King’s Men
You Can’t Go Home Again, Massa’ Huckleberry Finn

Streetcar Named Desire down Tobacco Road
Confederate Dead can’t hear Tate’s Ode
Everything That Rises, Gone With the Wind
Awakening, to a Clock without Hands
It took so long to hear that my heart went numb
Stuck fingers in my ears; played deaf and dumb
Thanked Miz Misery; started my way home
North to Music City where the story-singers come

I headed South to renew my roots, dressed in shorts and cowgirl boots
But all I found was Misery; and Misery, she loves company.
Paid my visit to Miz Misery; Southern Lit keeping us company