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 evry song I've sung.
And evry 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.