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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.
Thing got bad things got worse. I guess you will know the tune.
Oh, Lord, Stuck in Lodi again.
I rode in on a 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.
The man from the magazine, Said I was on my way.
Somewhere I lost connection, Ran out of songs to play.
I came into town on a one-night stand, Looks like my plans fell through.
Oh, Lord, stuck in Lodi again
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, stuck in Lodi again