My Kind of Misery

I was bummin’ around in Austin town one fateful winter’s night
Looking for a place to help me make it through my daily plight
I found the Horseshoe Lounge, so I stepped inside to drink down a beer or three
That’s when I made a friend with my kind of misery

He was drinkin’ there on a barstool chair, wallet chain and skull tattoos
He looked mean as hell, but I soon could tell we had the same old kind of blues
Turned out we were both brand new in town, looking for to be set free
I got a buddy with my kind of misery

An aimless halfway hippie and a hard-luck southern man
Friends ‘till the end before the end of our first Lone Star beer can
And downheartedness hurts twice as less when you’re in good company
When you’ve got a buddy with your kind of misery

Well he put me up on the fake wood floor of his room at the motel six
We played guitars, sang sad folk songs and traded cheap blues licks
Then he told me about how his wife walked out so unexpectedly
I got a buddy with my kind of misery

An aimless halfway hippie and a hard-luck southern man
Friends ‘till the end before the end of our first Lone Star beer can
And downheartedness hurts twice as less when you’re in good company
When you’ve got a buddy with your kind of misery

Well I couldn’t stay down in Austin town, I had to crawl my way back west
But this friend I made down in Texas, well now he’s one of my very best
And we talk about how time’s runnin’ out to be who we’re supposed to be
Me and my buddy with my kind of misery
Yeah I got a buddy with my kind of misery
And it’s good to have a buddy with your kind of misery