Just about a year ago I set out on the road Seeking my fame and fortune I was looking for a pot of gold Things got bad and things got worse And I guess you know the tune
Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again
I rode in on the greyhound I'll be walking down that goodbye road I was just passing through here about seven months or more Ran out of time and money, looks like they took my friend
Oh Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again
The man from the magazine said I was on the way Somehow I lost connections you know I ran out of songs to play I came into town on a one night stand And it looks like my plans fell through
Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again
Now if I only had a dollar for every song I've sung And every time I had to play the people sat there drunk You know I would catch the next train and go back to where I live
Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again