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.