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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