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.