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

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.



If I only had a dollar
for ev'ry song I've sung.
And 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,
I'm stuck in a Lodi again.

Oh! Lord,
I'm stuck in a Lodi again.