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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.