Just about a year ago, I set out on the road,
Seekin´ my fame and fortune, lookin´ for a pot of gold.
Things got bad, and things got worse, I guess you will know the tune.
Oh ! Lord, stuck in Lodi again.
Rode in on the Greyhound, I´ll be walkin´ out if I go.
I was just passin´ through, must be seven months or more.
Ran out of time and money, looks like they took my friends.
Oh ! Lord, I´m stuck in Lodi again.
The man from the magazine said I was on my way.
Somewhere I lost connections, ran out of songs to play.
I came into town, a one night stand, looks like my plans fell through
Oh ! Lord, stuck in Lodi again.
Mmmm...
If I only had a dollar, for ev´ry song I´ve sung.
And ev´ry time I´ve had to play while people sat there drunk.
You know, I´d catch the next train back to where I live.
Oh ! Lord, I´m stuck in Lodi again.
Oh ! Lord, I´m stuck in Lodi again.
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