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, 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, stuck in Lodi again
Man from the magazine,
said I was on my way.
Somewhere I lost connections,
ran out of songs to play.
Came to town, a one night stand,
looks like my plans fell through.
Oh! Lord, stuck in Lodi again.
If I only had a dollar,
for ev'ry song I've sung.
Ev'ry time I had to play
while people sat there drunk.
You know, I'd catch the next train,
back to where I live.
Oh! Lord, stuck in Lodi again.
Oh! Lord, stuck in Lodi again. |
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