Just about a year ago, I set out on the road,
Seeking my fame and fortune, and looking for a pot of gold.
Things got bad, and things got worse, I guess you will know the tune.
Oh! Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again.
I rode in on the Greyhound, I'll be walking out if I go.
I was just passing through, must be seven months or more.
I ran out of time and money, Oh! looks like they lost my friends.
Oh! Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again. (Yes I am)
(Intro)
A man from the magazine, he said: Son, you're on the 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, I'm stuck in Lodi again.
Now If I only had a dollar, for every song I've sung.
And every 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.
